I looked up at the clock, and it told me that I had plenty of time.
A sunny Saturday morning, nothing but good stuff ahead and plenty of time.
I felt my body yield comfortably, my chest expand and my breathing get fuller.
I love "plenty of time."
In the course of the week, I occasionally lose that feeling. Even though I give myself quite a bit of room between sessions with my clients, I often create days where "some time" is more accurate than "plenty of it."
And I guess that the contrast is what makes the whole thing that much sweeter.
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