a little harder than usual
a weekend of artistic delight surrounded by good friends who slept on an air mattress in my living-room, encouraged me to eat a piece of chocolate cake late at night like when I was 12, without feeling remorseful or worrying that my belly is going to hang over my belt buckle the next day. and doodled on my journal, making each time I look at it now a truly inspiring and joyful invitation to write.
my husband is away in "the city of Switzerland" as Sean says. and I don't know why. but the waking up sandwiching between my two boys every morning, scheduling an endoscopy for my dog. mistaking enthusiasm for inspiration. and trying to build a blanket fort that doesn't fall apart every 10 seconds. it is a little harder than usual. and no matter how much I want to use life's opportunities with gratitude. no matter how hard I try to live in the moment. I think that I am, lately I've been feeling. a bit, lonely.
Reader Comments (19)
This traveling husband gig? It sucks.
Thinking of you!
Is hubby traveling a bunch again? More than usual? I'm sorry, luv.
hang in there sweetie. do something very very special for yourself.
eating chocolate cake late at night with friends is the right idea.
Wish we could meet up one of these days! :-)
P.S. I collect notebooks, too!