There’s something about going to the movies in the middle of a work day. I feel sneaky and child-like. It’s an excuse to get butter on your fingers and eat things my dietician would freak over if she knew.
Art by Lisa Congdon.
Last week I met a friend for tea at a local cafe. We sat and talked for hours and giggled like school-girls. We didn’t bitch about work or politics or relationships. Without a set intent, we avoided negative topics. When I got home that night, I was so uplifted. I smiled for days. This is something I need to do more often.