Some days don’t go like you planned. Most of them. Especially with a kid. You can spin your wheels or use it as fuel. Sounds simple but it’s big.
Today was one of those not-as-planned kinda days, one of those head-for-the-hills kinda days, one of those random detour for Lake Anza while on hot sweaty hike so take the baby swimming with your clothes on kinda days.
Baby fell asleep as planned on the hike back, offering an oh so precious moment to remember: the salty sweat of summer, the smell of Mugwort in the warm air, pink sweet peas climbing 20ft high in the trees, the scurry of bunnies, the cry of two hawks for each other overhead, my strong body carrying us home.
This is why some days don’t work out, this is why when it’s not good enough, you just have to decide “it’s good enough” and jump in with your clothes on. Small acts of freedom.