I sat on the front porch this afternoon, finally. It was awesome!
Okay, I just realized how insane that sounds. But it was awesome. I’ve been struggling to figure out how I used to--and how other people--fit kick-back time into their lives.
I miss sitting on the front porch. I miss walks. I miss walking to the falls every night and meditating by the river. I miss sitting back with a glass of wine and just listening to music.
My whole house is my business, save our kitchen and bedroom. I miss sitting in a living room to watch TV. I miss having a fireplace, and a couch on which to cuddle up to DH.
I miss a life without the incessant never-done to-do list. I feel guilty doing
anything relaxing, because there’s so much to be done. I swear, I never stop, and most of the time I’m multi-tasking. It’s frazzling. And when I drive or shower or try to sleep, my mind is going a million miles a minute.
Do you ever just get sick to death of hearing yourself think?
The whole entire universe is telling me to stop thinking, and my mind won’t shut up.