I need more.
I need more sunshine and 70 (or even 60) degree days.
I need healthy kids.
I need to hear JJ’s excitement over growing a garden and promises to “rig up” another grow light.
I need to practice yoga, again, every day.
I need more homemade vegetable soup.
I need weekends at home, filled with activity and work, but not a full schedule.
I need more time spent with kids reading to me.
I need more evenings with a friend, discussing a better world over wine.
I need more poetry.
I need more time with people who love how they spend their days.
I need more farmer’s markets, local pastured chickens and organic kale. And I need more of that kale put into the salad my sister-in-law made on Easter.
I need more 5-handed euchre.
I need more of Chad on Facebook/Instagram.
I need more Mexican food.
I need more Blazing sunsets.
I don’t need more stuff, more activities, more busy-work. I don’t need bright lights and big titles. I don’t need more clothes, accessories or furniture. I don’t need more connections. I don’t need more entertainment.
I need more of me being me, doing what I do, believing that it matters.