My sweet Annette

Someone asked me yesterday if I ever took vacations, I had to laugh. I literally can’t think of the last time I stopped working, aside from spurts of days around Christmases, and that includes within the days themselves. Unless I’m at a thing I committed to, I work until I sleep. I have for…years. There are anomalies here and there, of course, but they are just that. Anomalies here and there.

If I have one prayer for myself and no one else, it’s that maybe my new life this fall will let this not be the case. I guess I’ll put that out there in the universe, and hope that in some months I can look back and say that it happened.