I. am. taking. a. collective exhale.
Letting all the gray and slop of the week slip away.
Here is a peak into what that looked like this weekend.
I can feel my shoulders relaxing. My eyes feel more rested. And I am smiling and laughing with the mister.
Honestly, this weekend has been the best medicine a tired stressed gal could ask for. Bring it on March; this tough cookie can't be held back.