The Saturday Morning

This week was so busy that sometimes it seemed to me that I just couldn't stand it. Every morning I got up at five in the morning, still in the dark, when the house is asleep and even the air seems heavy, and I went to work. Coffee on the go, thoughts are already ahead - to-do lists, tasks, people, conversations. My poor dogs stayed at home alone until the evening, until seven, and every time I closed the door, I felt a slight sting of guilt - they don't understand why the day is so long again. But what should I do? If I don't work, how will we live? The economic crisis is growing all over the world, gasoline is getting more expensive, dog food - too.

But we all endured. Somehow stubbornly, without unnecessary words, just day after day. Now, when the tension is a little relieved, I especially feel how tired I am. I want to lie down and do nothing. But problems are not solved like that.

I really hope that the next two weeks will be easier. I will stay at home more often, work remotely, and this thought alone makes me feel calmer. There is a feeling that life again comes back to me a little, and does not pass by on the road and in the offices. I really need this respite.

Today I decided to start the morning with a walk. It's a wonderful dry March - the one when it's not winter anymore, but it's not spring to the end. The air is clear, the sun is soft, and it already promises warmth. I took my old dogs, and we walked slowly along the forest path. They sniffed every bush, every turn, as if they were rereading a familiar book, and I just walked next to me and for the first time in a long time I was in no hurry.

The last week gradually unfolded in my head - in pieces, episodes. We need to learn to distract from thoughts about work. It's better to think about the weekend. I'll still have to work on projects, the deadlines have already gone ahead, and it's hanging in the background. But this time I don't want to give them all the space. I want to sort out the accumulated little things, go out to the garden, see what's there after winter, touch the ground. To do something simple and real - not because you have to, but because you can. My crocuses have already come out of the ground, and I still haven't fenced the flowerbed and now the dogs can break the tender flowers. We need to solve this problem today.