Days like this make me happy. Quiet, simple days. I relish the silence of my livingroom, my couch, my notebook and pen, my napping toddler. Especially my napping toddler.
The only sound is the breeze in the trees outside.
I sit and daydream and doodle and write. I imagine scenes from the book I’m reading, A Farewell to Arms, by Ernest Hemingway. I remember the picture of Hemingway on the back cover. He is laboring over a typewriter, struggling to craft his “one true sentence.” He is handsome and young and dark, like his main character, Tenente. Today I finished Book One.
I messed up and ate sugar this morning, too much, I won’t tell you how much. But I am still trying, and slowly succeeding, and that is something.
There are only a few items with added sugar left in the house. I won’t buy more.
Beef stew warms on the stove for lunch. I threw out my microwave (again) to make room for my new bread machine
Lately I have felt overwhelmed with information. I get too many emails, check social media too often, read too many books at the same time, start projects that don’t get finished, fill my schedule to the brim. Then I curl up in bed with a headache and upset stomach because the thought of trying to do everything in a day is too much.
I’m only human, and I can’t do everything I want. *Sigh* I wish I had a more energetic personality, but I don’t and that’s that. I can do a few things very well, but when I try to juggle a lot at one time, I crash.
I’m trying to scale back. Kenny does this very well but I struggle. I have to buffer my day with breathing room.
I make time for writing and reading, because those are things I love, but often they get pushed to the side.
I make most of our food from scratch because that is important to me. I don’t always like to cook, but until I publish my first book, become a millionaire (fingers crossed) and hire a personal chef, that is the only way to eat real, whole food regularly.
I go to a (free- yay!) Zumba class downtown. I don’t like to exercise, but I always feel great after I go, and the leader Vicki is a fellow writer and she’s a sweetheart.
Kenny and I try to make time for dates because life is hard and messy even when you’re spending it with someone you love, and we must hold on tight because we don’t want to face a fractured life or lose sight of what is really, truly important, which is each other.
So this afternoon, I’m going to unsubscribe from a few more email lists, chop vegetables for dinner, and schedule a babysitter for our date this weekend. I love days like this.
What are you doing this afternoon?
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