All that I am
This month has been rather busy for me. I got back from vacation and hardly had two seconds to turn around before planning and working and enjoying my next set of adventures. Since I arrived back in Vancouver, I think I've had a total of two unstructured nights to myself (one was by accident and both were immediately filled with chores) (dance classes are nights for myself, but not en seul). Perhaps I'll get around to posting all the fun I've had, but I doubt it.
This weekend I've average 5 hours of sleep per night. That might be perfectly adequate for some, but not for me, and not at the end of three weeks of high energy.
This morning I got up, made pumpkin oat cups for breakfast, tidied while they baked, welcomed my mother and pushed her right back out the door, and then ate some more and daydreamed before she returned two hours later. I still had and have many tasks, small and/or consequential, but I did Nothing (not true, I did catch up on my favourite indulgence blog about knitting, baking, and flowers and had an indulgently long shower). Laziness is one of my worse characteristics and I know it; but this morning, I loved myself for it.
But I suppose I should return to life now.
This weekend I've average 5 hours of sleep per night. That might be perfectly adequate for some, but not for me, and not at the end of three weeks of high energy.
This morning I got up, made pumpkin oat cups for breakfast, tidied while they baked, welcomed my mother and pushed her right back out the door, and then ate some more and daydreamed before she returned two hours later. I still had and have many tasks, small and/or consequential, but I did Nothing (not true, I did catch up on my favourite indulgence blog about knitting, baking, and flowers and had an indulgently long shower). Laziness is one of my worse characteristics and I know it; but this morning, I loved myself for it.
But I suppose I should return to life now.