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Ah. My first real day of...vacation? Unemployment? (Though, it is the weekend, and I will be using my vacation time next week...) Rest?
I slept in (!!!), actually shutting off my alarm and going back to sleep (!!!!!). Got up after the sun, had tea, breakfast, read email, surfed the internetz a bit, showered, dressed, poured myself another cup of tea and I'm about to start in on the day in earnest. It's a late start, but it's so nice and quiet and I'm really relishing that right now. I don't know why. Maybe all the yelling in my head has stopped?
Maybe.
It does seem very quiet.
Oooh, and there's no rushing.
There's no feeling of trying to wring every possible bit of productivity or fun out of every moment and MUSTDOITNOW.
Holy shit. This hasn't happened in years and years. Not even when I lived at my dad's. The last time I remember feeling like this was about 20 years ago, when I lived on my own but before I went to college.
I must have made exactly the right decision. To have a month off. To not stay at my dad's this weekend. To come back to my space and spend some time here.
I forgot how quiet it was.
I'm going to do what I feel like doing today, and I suspect that will include some organizing, some tidying and some making. I brought my little produce bags to my dad's house and managed to get one of them finished while I was there. I hand stitched the drawstring casing on using linen thread and a running stitch, which I figured I'd just do to get that one finished and to test running stitches. This particular thread is stronger than the polyester stuff I brought, too. And since I had it, I couldn't imagine hand stitching with polyester thread when linen was available!
Now I'm going to fold laundry and put on some Netflix. I've run the dishwasher already.
I'll also try to hop on my bike for a bit. I haven't exercised (not even a walk!) in a little more than a week, and I've been eating out of stress and boredom. I've put on enough weight that my clothes are snug and uncomfortable. The muscle is fine, but there's no need to eat out of boredom now. Hopefully, this coming month, I can get back to eating more appropriately and exercising a bit more often (and with joy, not out of OMGINEEDTOEXERCISEORI'LLPUNCHSOMEONE). I'll get the extra fat off, I will.
But I will make sure to pay attention to the quiet.
I slept in (!!!), actually shutting off my alarm and going back to sleep (!!!!!). Got up after the sun, had tea, breakfast, read email, surfed the internetz a bit, showered, dressed, poured myself another cup of tea and I'm about to start in on the day in earnest. It's a late start, but it's so nice and quiet and I'm really relishing that right now. I don't know why. Maybe all the yelling in my head has stopped?
Maybe.
It does seem very quiet.
Oooh, and there's no rushing.
There's no feeling of trying to wring every possible bit of productivity or fun out of every moment and MUSTDOITNOW.
Holy shit. This hasn't happened in years and years. Not even when I lived at my dad's. The last time I remember feeling like this was about 20 years ago, when I lived on my own but before I went to college.
I must have made exactly the right decision. To have a month off. To not stay at my dad's this weekend. To come back to my space and spend some time here.
I forgot how quiet it was.
I'm going to do what I feel like doing today, and I suspect that will include some organizing, some tidying and some making. I brought my little produce bags to my dad's house and managed to get one of them finished while I was there. I hand stitched the drawstring casing on using linen thread and a running stitch, which I figured I'd just do to get that one finished and to test running stitches. This particular thread is stronger than the polyester stuff I brought, too. And since I had it, I couldn't imagine hand stitching with polyester thread when linen was available!
Now I'm going to fold laundry and put on some Netflix. I've run the dishwasher already.
I'll also try to hop on my bike for a bit. I haven't exercised (not even a walk!) in a little more than a week, and I've been eating out of stress and boredom. I've put on enough weight that my clothes are snug and uncomfortable. The muscle is fine, but there's no need to eat out of boredom now. Hopefully, this coming month, I can get back to eating more appropriately and exercising a bit more often (and with joy, not out of OMGINEEDTOEXERCISEORI'LLPUNCHSOMEONE). I'll get the extra fat off, I will.
But I will make sure to pay attention to the quiet.