Today’s story is that I feel Lullful. Between zones. Like that month-long week before you give birth to your baby when nothing’s happening yet and everyone stops calling because they must think they’re going to interrupt something. But it’s me that’s not calling me. I’m not thinking too deeply about much, I’m enjoying being and am so very grateful for the gift of it.
I’m cleaning, cooking, and clearing out emails. I’m buying school shoes and cleaning closets. I weeded and did the recycling. The laundry got done. The most excitement we had was when I thought my dishwasher was dead. But it was a false alarm. Shew!
Oh, how I am wishing to be in the mood to be at my laptop on the next writing project! Wishing for the flow of the project with purpose to guide my onwards. I’m less than one week away from the children being back to school and college and the world’s engine restarting after Summer Holidays. It’s not the right time yet but soon.
Basically, I’m feeling happy with being bored. But not for long. Sorting out which controversial subject I want to tackle next and the where and how of my words going out to the world. You have my permission to take one more week off too if it will help you regain your compassion and composure to return to your creativity with panache. Until then…
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Even though I am passed the stage of school and collage kids, I still feel like I need more me time.
The always struggle between doing and being. I keep having to edit this behavior and load my attention towards the moments before they disappear. But… How can anyone get anything from us if we are deplete from that which makes us US? Self love makes more of the same.