rest

It's the first day in weeks that I've had a day more or less to myself. I've been plotting, greedy for these hours of solitude, this introvert's balm.

I should be cleaning, writing, napping, reading...

Yet, I am restless and a bit lonely, which makes no sense at all because I have been Ms. Social this year.

I have made new friends, and reached out to old vintage ties that have stood the test of time. I don't take my friendships and family for granted; there was a time when the kids were young when I lived on my own private island, tucked away and desperately lonesome.

But Greg has been working long hours and with the kids gone, the house is too quiet. Even Courtney has curled up in her crate, snoring away the afternoon, ignoring my call.

Something tells me this will pass, but I've been living out of balance for a while now, saying yes when I really have been exhausted.

Something tells me a little down time, a little rest might be what the doctor ordered.