contentOn Thursday afternoon, I spent an hour sitting in the sun of the Berkeley farmer's market, with a curious-but-content baby on my lap, listening to folksy buskers and having delicious, juicy produce delivered to me by an industrious toddler and his adult-in-tow. It was one of the most do-nothing hours of my vacation in a curious way, and filled me up with quiet contentment that I love and have been missing.
On Friday evening, I attended a completely fantastic party, during which I would say I grazed more than settling in at any point, and somehow, along the way, reminded myself in a way that carried not only intellectual weight but emotional weight, that I like the path I'm on.
So, there was a lot of other good stuff, because vacation is better than not-vacation, but I brought some good, important things back with me.
