The other day while on a walk with my daughter, I pointed out some roses to her. Oh, right! It's June. Roses. I love roses. I forgot it was June. I forgot about roses. I've been so busy with a new job, long commute, trying to sell our house, trying to spend time with my husband and daughter that I've literally . . .wait for it . . . I've literally failed to stop and smell the roses.
Oh my god, my life is a cliche.
What is wrong with me? Life is hard. We miss out on things sometimes. I know this. I live this. I breath this awareness of time and yet here I am - not stopping to smell the roses. Well, guess what? This stops now.
It's 3:45 AM and I can't sleep, but I promise that tomorrow I will stop and smell some roses.
Cliches are unbecoming.
