It is Christmas Past and the ticking clock serves as a reminder that we have been remiss. We have neglected ourselves for the sake of wrapping one last gift, and baking yet another cookie, and it simply can't go on. Wave goodbye to the next of kin, stack the reports in tomorrow's basket, sell the children to a passing caravan and come back to the center of the you that has been buried all of these weeks. It is time to coax the concern out of the brow line, exfoliate away the wrinkles, stretch away the stress, make a plan for taking less steps to get “there” and let the world revolve, if only for an afternoon, without our personal assistance. It will continue to turn despite our conviction that it all starts and ends at our doorstep. We can take a day off to breathe, to laugh, to saturate our souls with nourishment, and when we come back to what we deem to be reality, we might be surprised at what we find, for standing there refreshed and renewed will be someone we haven't seen a long time. It will be the best friend we have ever known, and when we see her, we must greet ourselves with a kiss!
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