I don’t have a slice.
My bank is empty. My tank is empty.
These are the words I texted to Dawn after a long day of Google Hangouts, stealing moments to teach my own kids, feed them lunch, snacks, and lollipop bribes. One missed opportunity to get my two year old down for a nap.
This is Dawn’s response.
I grab a pot of flowers that are no longer fresh and invite my rambunctious kids to sketch. They oblige. For a few moments, we sketch and the calm music fills the air and our minds.
I thank Dawn for the idea. The slice.
And that is living like a writer – creating, seeing, and seizing the moment!
May we all be so lucky to find the people that fill us up.