My week off is almost over and I’m sad to see it go.

(If I’m being honest with myself, I did work half of it but it’s such a change it’s feels like an entire week of relaxation.)

I cooked, cleaned, snuggled the kids, and throughout it all felt there was so much more I needed to catch up on.

Now, as I type this after watching 3 episodes of Witcher and crocheting 2 scarves, I wonder why I work so much.

I could stay busy with hobbies for the next forty years, fifty if my eyes and hands hold out.

With the new year, I once again resolve to examine the treadmill I’m on and see it clearly.

Beginning with vocabulary.

Priority means the first thing.

It is not plural.

Maybe, if I repeat it enough times,

I’ll remember it one of these days.

Time will tell.