Just being

I've been trying to relax. I'm not very good at relaxing, at just being. I'm working on it. I'm working on that, and at being grateful for everything I have, and at letting people know I appreciate them.

Being at Dad's place, I've been able to relax a bit, and just be. After being chased by Chris in Dad's truck, playfully of course, more like I raced the truck giggling the whole time and he let me win, I lay down in the front yard and just was.

The feel of the sun on my face, the sound of the birds, the slow swoosh of the intermittent traffic driving by, the grass on my back, knowing that Dad was going to be okay. For a moment, yeah, I was able to just be.

It was nice.

I want to try this more often.