Well, apparently the problem with drafting journal entries in your head is that if it's really late and you're really tired you can forget to actually open up the laptop and type it out... that must've been what happened last night.
Nice calm easy Saturday, my favorite kind. Adam is on his Switch, packing to go to Mom & Dad's, Eric is installing the new gun safe (a necessity with kids running in and out of the house), I'm knitting a scarf for Amy and watching Inception. It's sunny, 32 degrees.
I dreamed about hummingbirds in winter, they were in the yard in the cold and I was worrying for them. If that's not a global warming dream I don't know what it was.
We skipped the winetasting last night, and I'm glad. I'm having a hard time distinguishing between things anxiety is making me not want to do but that I actually really want to do (like meeting Chantal, or going to Staci's bday party) and things I just really don't want to do. I have a lot of brain work to do on my motivation for things; my wants are so mixed up with ulterior motives based on other people's wants that I have a difficult time understanding my own wants.
But anyway. It's a nice day with the weekend stretched out in front of us and no pressing responsibilities to finish it. What more could I want? ;)
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