My daughter went away for vacation this week. Yoo hoo! I don’t get time to myself very often. The last time was a year ago, and before that – never.
I was ecstatic. I could finally have my old life back, work on creative projects, and catch up on all my household chores.
It only took me three days, people! Only a few days to catch up on my out-of-control life.
I cleaned house and did all the little things I’d been meaning to do. I replaced a light fixture. Washed out the garbage cans. Changed light bulbs.
I had a chance to make myself beautiful by painting my toenails and whitening my teeth. I got new tires.
I did everything on my creative things-to-do list. My unfulfilled dreams drive me. It took me twenty-four straight hours of hard focused work but I got it done. Deadlines have a way of focusing the mind.
I made biscuits; I drank. I did NOT go to any birthday parties, ball practice, or theater class. No mad rushes to the ice-cream truck.
Can you tell I’m giddy?
I waited for loneliness to creep in, but it never happened.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my daughter dearly and can’t wait to see her again, but I couldn’t escape the reality that in three days, I caught up with all my hopes and dreams.
I’m not missing out on anything by being a parent; I’m only a few days behind. Nothing’s holding me back but my own perception of my life.
I’m the luckiest person on earth. Of course, I won’t feel that way tomorrow when I go back to work.Powered by Sidelines