Sometimes something as mundane as the commute to work can just take my breath away. This was what I got to look at as I walked to the cabinet shop on Tuesday morning.
It’s amazing to me. Now that the stress of of trying to sell a 41 year old family business that my late father started is gone, I have been stopping to smell the roses a lot more often. Literally. Last Wednesday I took an afternoon break to run around Lake Harriet. As the rose gardens came into view my first thought was, “I need to get back to work.” After a few more paces, I decided that stopping to smell the roses on a gorgeous October day would be much more important than getting back to work. And it was totally worth it.