The feeling of freedom
Today, I woke up when my body was ready to--and then went back to sleep again.
When I finally did wake up for real, I enjoyed the feeling of lying in bed and watching the sun filter through my curtains, feeling the soft sheets on my skin, and eventually rolling over to grab my book and start reading. I have nowhere to be today until 7pm. I have nothing I need to do today but laundry. Today is my first real day of freedom at the end of a very long and difficult semester, and I am enjoying every second of it. My food tastes better, the shower is more relaxing, even doing laundry is easier--all because I know I'm doing everything at my own pace today. On days like this I really love where I am in my life. I enjoy living in my apartment, being the age I am and having the friends and family I do. I know soon my must-get-stuff-done attitude will kick back in, but I'm going to take my time before gearing up for the next round of work ahead of me (preparations for my recital and work on Psi stuff will top that list). For now, I'm giving myself at least one day of peace and relaxation.