It’s Mardi Gras in Louisiana, and I’m not doing a lot. I love holidays where I have nothing planned. It’s like it’s quieter outside. Why is that? My daughter and I went to get her oil changed and there’s plenty of people driving around, but it’s like everyone’s car is set to silence. If I could only figure out how to replicate this feeling on a random Tuesday.

Today, I am taking the time to do those things I’ve said I’d do and haven’t taken the time to do. To plan. To see what I can improve upon on the daily and spending some time hanging with my family. I am 100% sure that May will be here tomorrow morning This is how life is sometimes. It accelerates, we hold on, and it accelerates again. Few are the bouts of slow.

“Few are the bouts of slow.” Sometimes I’ll type something that makes so much sense and makes me stop and wonder where that wisdom came from. This just did that. I’m not committing to some 27 day “quiet time” bullshit I haven’t thought through at this moment, but I feel like I can commit to some more slow every day.

So I am celebrating Mardi Gras in a different way. It’s a free day to quiet things. To get back on track. I have 30 days to get in half ironman “don’t shit the bed” shape, and a plan is in need. I’m looking forward to the next few months, to reduce the chaos I have created.

Hope your day is filled with the celebrations you love, whether loud or quiet.

#hugs+hi5s