“Ahhh, home sweet home,” I said to myself, as I plopped down into the big, soft, lazy boy recliner in my living room. My legs popped up and stretched out on the leg rest as I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths.
I had been out marketing, running errands, and getting “stuff” done. The seemingly endless “stuff” that needs to be taken care of in my busy modern life. It felt good to be home. This is the rhythm of my life. I go out to interact with the world (get stuff done), then I come back home to relax.