I'm boggled by how much activity and the number of events that have been compressed into the past week or so: Hubby and I flirted with farm life, we took in a movie, celebrated my nephew's birthday, I travelled for work, squeezed in a root canal and dinner with the three amigos, prepared for my Tanzanian trip, and we had an epic famjam to celebrate the birthdays of two of my daughters and my son-in-law.
And I would be lying if I didn't admit that I had moments of feeling completely overwhelmed and spent. But I've learned that in times such as these, you just have to push forward to get through it. And when you come out the other side, not only have you enjoyed each and every moment, you feel alive.
If you are spent from living, it means you have a full life to live. And really, what more can you ask. For that I am truly grateful.
PS With only a few days to go, countdown to Tanzania is on. I hear Africa Calling.