A Caesura of Days

This weekend feels like a pause. An in-between time, a neither-here-nor-there time. This week between Christmas and the New Year, a caesura of days. Unwrapped gifts squat under the tree, dwindling plates of cookies still clutter the countertop, holiday dinner leftovers are tucked into the fridge. It feels like we're all recovering from December and holding our breath for the New Year – ending and beginning at the same time. (But isn't that always the way?)

I know not everyone celebrates Christmas. And I know some of us are working this weekend (such as my husband in retail and my creative entrepreneur cohorts, who are, in many ways, always working). I know life goes on as usual, at gas stations, at grocery stores, in bedrooms. There are always dishes to wash, toilets to clean, appointment to make and to keep. 

I'm here in my quiet house, wondering if I should cozy in with a book or tackle the studio reorganization project. I'm never quite sure what to do during such freefall days: leisure or responsibility? So I try to breathe deep, to inhabit this small space between the old and the new. After all, this small space is the only one we ever have.