There was time for eating. Journalling. Sleeping in. Painting. Meandering to a beach alone, spirit-driven. Staring at the TV screen for hours on end, if I wanted. Doing nothing.
Housesitting for the week as my dear friends honeymooned was supposed to be filled with everything I ever wanted to do and never had the time for. Instead, I didn't do very much. At first feeling guilt-ridden and regretful, I decided to embrace it --
it was just enough time to stop trying to figure life out. And to just go along with it.
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