I overheard lots of strangers’ conversations in the past 24 hours – in the airport, in the airplane, waiting for a Lyft, in the grocery store.
One woman was on her way to her boyfriend’s Army basic training graduation. Another woman was fighting with her husband. There was a Mom who looked exhausted and her little son was trying to be helpful. There was a charming guy I thought might be a serial killer because he was persistently offering a young woman a ride even though she kept telling him she already had a ride. Lots of people looked weary. Some looked utterly joyless.
Many of them looked like they needed a day. A day to sleep in. A day at the spa. A day outside. A day with a book. A day in sweatpants. A day with no responsibilities, no burdens.
I return to the office today after a week of continuing education followed by a weekend with HH in our Midwest house. I got my day plus some.
I hope you get a day soon.
Image is the sky over Idaho last Friday.
A Church for Starving Artists 