I think I am finally starting to unwind. I feel as if I have been on a treadmill, speed set on high, for months. I don’t mean that in a bad way, so choice of the treadmill as a metaphor isn’t the best. I’ve been in school. I’ve been raising kids. I’ve been in a new relationship. I’ve been working. I’ve been just plain vanilla BUSY. But good busy.
I have another ten days with pretty much nothing to do. So…what to do? The one part of my life I feel I have neglected is my creative one. What’s that, you may ask? I forget. It’s just playing. Drawing. Crocheting. Making pretty things. I used to do these things, even if just in fits and bursts. I miss it. And it’s good for me, good for my soul.
More want. I want to take better care of myself, better care of my run down, neglected body. I haven’t been good to it of late. I haven’t been feeding and watering it things that are good for it, nor have I been moving it enough. I don’t like how it looks or feels at the moment. It deserves better.
But right now, it deserves coffee. And breakfast. And a shower.
Onwards!
