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As I am sitting here in this super comfy chair, probably minutes away from napping, I have to take a moment and reflex. I have a glass of white zin (don’t judge) and it is probably the sweetest, crispest glass I have had in awhile. As I sip it, I wonder why in the world this glass is so different.

Is it because it cost an arm and a leg (hotel prices)? Is it because it’s been a harrowing trip thus far? Is it because it’s Wednesday? I don’t know, but sipping that glass and reading a blog post from a good friend made my evening.

It’s making me yearn even more to hear from my children. It’s making me want to savor whatever the hell I’m going to have for dinner tonight. It’s making me want to call everyone I love and tell them just how much they mean to me.

It was an ordinary day; doing ordinary things, but now… now it’s extraordinary and all because I took a moment to order a glass of wine and sit down and let go.

**ETA: I misspelled it on purpose. It’s now fixed.



Lisa Arrington is a mother to two wonderful who has always had a passion for writing. Lisa attended a local technical college and received an associate degree in Computer Networking which she put right to use. Lisa currently lives in Southern Arizona with her two sons and when not writing she can be found curled up on her favorite chair with Kindle in hand, reviewing books for her blog, chauffeuring the boys around town for basketball games or playing Candy Crush Soda on her phone. She loves the color blue, can't get enough cherry cheesecake ice cream or Junior Mints and will forever be in a power-struggle over the big screen TV with her youngest child.

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