Living my best life
Husband drove up to the Bay Area with the kids on Wednesday, to visit his parents one last time before school starts on Tuesday. His dad's dementia is getting just worse and worse, and my MIL could use the help around the house, and some kid hugs. I stayed behind, because work was busy, because we just got a new cat who is still acclimatizing to the old cat, and to get things ready for school.
I was a little nervous, or, I guess, afraid I would be nervous, if that makes sense, that I wouldn't like being without them for four days. Even though I knew I'd have lots of times to get things done and do my own stuff, there was a part of me that, really, was worried I'd start having anxiety. But, happily, things have been fine.
I spent the first two nights eating all the junk food I haven't had in ages, all by myself, in front of whatever I wanted to watch on tv.
Friday night, when I didn't have to worry about getting to bed, I sat on the couch and worked on my WIP with a can of wine and a big ol' candle burning, and it was so, so nice. The weather worked with me and let some nice, big, cool, grey clouds roll in as evening came on, so everything was just, really nice.
It's Saturday now, and it's a gorgeous goddamn day. Sunny and warm and a nice, hint-of-almost-fall cool breeze in the air. I slept until I woke up, sat on my balcony and read a book in the sun and cool ocean breeze without any noise or questions or pressing time constraints. Then I played around with some make-up, put on a comfortable dress, and left the house feeling fabulous to go and do the thing that I DREAM about whenever I think of the things that I miss from that life before I had kids -- going to sit at a coffee shop and write.
I am living my best life, you guys. I went to the new Starbucks in town, which, I rightly surmised, would be less traveled as its over by the gas station and freeway on ramp, so it tends to be busier on weekdays than weekends. I found an awesome table and got a giant iced coffee and I'm sitting here people watching everyone who comes in the door, staring contemplatively at the traffic whizzing by outside, and, oh yeah, writing.
I'm so fucking happy.
Of course I miss my babies and my stinkin' hubs, and the cats will certainly be glad to get them home again. But like, this is it, ya'll. This is my best life. This is the life I want to lead. This is what fills me up and makes me happy. So how can I do more of this?
It has been such an unexpected refresher and released to have these days to myself. I've de-stressed in ways I didn't realize I needed to. That's been happening bit by bit over the last couple of weeks, actually, letting go of all the pressure I've placed on myself. But I really felt it shift hardcore this weekend. I know now what things make me feel good and lift me up and are in my own best interest, and I'm going to make a point to start building those things more into my days and my life, because that's how you make your best life, regardless of anything else that's going on.
I'm also really juiced about having fun with Instagram stories, haha. They're my new love.
I was a little nervous, or, I guess, afraid I would be nervous, if that makes sense, that I wouldn't like being without them for four days. Even though I knew I'd have lots of times to get things done and do my own stuff, there was a part of me that, really, was worried I'd start having anxiety. But, happily, things have been fine.
I spent the first two nights eating all the junk food I haven't had in ages, all by myself, in front of whatever I wanted to watch on tv.
Friday night, when I didn't have to worry about getting to bed, I sat on the couch and worked on my WIP with a can of wine and a big ol' candle burning, and it was so, so nice. The weather worked with me and let some nice, big, cool, grey clouds roll in as evening came on, so everything was just, really nice.
It's Saturday now, and it's a gorgeous goddamn day. Sunny and warm and a nice, hint-of-almost-fall cool breeze in the air. I slept until I woke up, sat on my balcony and read a book in the sun and cool ocean breeze without any noise or questions or pressing time constraints. Then I played around with some make-up, put on a comfortable dress, and left the house feeling fabulous to go and do the thing that I DREAM about whenever I think of the things that I miss from that life before I had kids -- going to sit at a coffee shop and write.
I am living my best life, you guys. I went to the new Starbucks in town, which, I rightly surmised, would be less traveled as its over by the gas station and freeway on ramp, so it tends to be busier on weekdays than weekends. I found an awesome table and got a giant iced coffee and I'm sitting here people watching everyone who comes in the door, staring contemplatively at the traffic whizzing by outside, and, oh yeah, writing.
I'm so fucking happy.
Of course I miss my babies and my stinkin' hubs, and the cats will certainly be glad to get them home again. But like, this is it, ya'll. This is my best life. This is the life I want to lead. This is what fills me up and makes me happy. So how can I do more of this?
It has been such an unexpected refresher and released to have these days to myself. I've de-stressed in ways I didn't realize I needed to. That's been happening bit by bit over the last couple of weeks, actually, letting go of all the pressure I've placed on myself. But I really felt it shift hardcore this weekend. I know now what things make me feel good and lift me up and are in my own best interest, and I'm going to make a point to start building those things more into my days and my life, because that's how you make your best life, regardless of anything else that's going on.
I'm also really juiced about having fun with Instagram stories, haha. They're my new love.
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