Indulgence

Sometimes I have a little trouble balancing things. I’m no good at doing one load of laundry every day. I have good intentions, but I typically end up doing most of it all at once because we’ve run out of underwear. Another thing I do? I wait too long for ‘me’ time, and then when I get it, I hoard it like a starving dog, worried I may never get it again.

Perhaps it’s because for the last six + years, it has been mostly about them. Now that I have five days a week where at least one child is in school, I’m not sure what is allowed. Can I spend the entire day on my favorite introverted activities like reading and musing and being online? Do I need to be productive and clean the house from the top of the fridge down to the baseboards? Shouldn’t I finish that project? Write that book? Learn a new language? Save the world?

I’m still trying to find that happy place between living restfully and being productive.

Today, I indulge.