Today I had a sinking feeling that I might not quite catch up with myself before the big day. As so often happens with me, I seem to be floating around in a little dream world entirely of my own making. My grasp of reality, and the fact that there are only seven days left, is clearly a little 'off'.
Still, the thing with being in a dream world is that I still believe that all will unfold perfectly. My knitting will fly off the needles, cards will be made, witty and warm messages written inside, they will all arrive in time (despite missing the last post), and the little incidental, fun presents will get made as well. And there will be time for some creative wrapping.
I delayed going to work this morning so I could walk on the beach instead, taking calming deep breaths of fresh salty air, paddling in the sea in my wellies, and enjoying just being in the moment. Because let's face it, the world won't fall apart if I don't get everything done.
I also made the time to step outside as the light was fading, to catch the gulls.
It's these little moments that help the big ones flow.