Thursday, October 17, 2013
Life is generally good these days, just generically busy and rolling along quickly, days mushing into weeks that pile into the corners like cobwebs needing to be swept up, thrown out, whisked away. I am fine, but lacking focus for anything much more than accomplishing the minimum. On the other hand, sometimes the minimum has meant crawling into a book for an hour or two (if I can get it), and that's hard to disparage. I've missed reading.
Now that Lena's sixth birthday has passed, I some have time again for myself, and I really need it. I feel soft - inside and out. I miss writing, and I need exercise. I have drawings to do, and goals to accomplish. I'm just having a hard time remembering how to focus my energy, or maybe my body is rebelling. All I really want to do in the moment is read, or nap. Hosting a party for Lena and her school friends last week just drained about a month's worth of energy out of this introvert, maybe. I am tired. But I will keep moving forward. I will find my drive. And maybe, if I need to take a nap in the meantime, it wouldn't quite be the end of the world.