I'm taking time tonight. Time to write. Time to edit months worth of photo files. Time to listen to American Idol and occasionally flip the channel over to Dancing with the Stars.
I am not taking time tonight to get ahead for tomorrow's work day. No drawing, no color separating, no marketing shots, romance copy or price breaks.
I am not taking time to shoo away 3 weeks worth of dust bunnies, clear off the dining room table or balance the checkbook.
The bathroom mirror will still be smudged in the morning, there will still be mulch tracked on the kitchen floor and my sweater from last weekend will still be draped across the back of a chair.
Tonight I'm editing photos, weeding the flowers, working on a digital memoir of Grandson Number Two's first year.
Doing the things that matter to me and letting the things that matter to everyone else wait for another day.
A woman in her fifties makes time. For what she loves to do.
