I’m of the generation of Jacqueline Kennedy, tea parties, and handwritten thank you notes. As a little girl, my mother sat me at the kitchen table with a notecard and pen, and I wasn’t allowed to get up until I had crafted a thank you note—free from errors, of course—to Aunt Nikki for my $20 birthday check. It felt like a “don’t get up from the table until you have eaten all your vegetables” mom-instruction.
Today is Earth Day. For each of us, it has an individual meaning. It can be a remembrance of travel where the seas and air were crystal clear, where the animals roamed free, and there was nary a person near. It can be a reminder to be more environmentally conscious in our daily routine. It can be a personal call to escape your home for a bit of time and exercise in nature. It can be many things to each of us.
I wake up in the middle of the night a lot these days. It was very frustrating at first, and it still is at times. My energy is sapped during the day, and I try my darndest to resist the urge for a mid-afternoon nap. We all know how important quality sleep is for a human body and for a productive mind.
