JUST DON'T

When the pandemic hit, I didn’t stop DO-ing. I didn’t jump on the Netflix binge wagon in March or April or May. I stayed in my pajamas or athleisure or an extra sexy flattering combo of both but I had a schedule and structure, or at least what I thought was consistency, schedule and structure. The only thing I was consistent about was taking ample time throughout the day to beat myself up for how unproductive I was.

“Over the river and through the woods, to grandmother’s house we go…”

Except for me, it was more like “we’re on the same side of the Mississippi River and just driving through the suburbs of Baton Rouge, to Maw Maw and Poppee's house we go…it’s only a ten minute drive. Can we stop at the snow-ball stand on the way, Momma?”

Going to my Maw Maw Leona and Poppee Earl’s house was almost like going to work at my own artist’s studio.