Am I a terrible person because I am already making plans for my son’s vacated bedroom? Setting boundaries and telling him to work or get out is one of the hardest things I have ever done as a parent; I will not continue to enable him. But… I have not had a space of my own since I was a teenager. I have always shared space with someone. Perhaps a sewing room with a chair or a day bed so I can read. Fairy lights and soft gauzy fabric. Paint in soft purple and grays. Be still my introvert heart.
It is a day of “should’s” but I can’t make myself to get off the couch. I was awoken from a deep sleep this morning (soaked in sweat) at 6:30 by my rude alarm telling me to get up and get to work. I went through the five stages of waking up then got out of bed but only because I had to use the bathroom. I love my job but the majority of the people I see at 7:00 a.m. go right back to sleep as soon as I leave. They get up mostly because they are bored. Why get up just to go back to sleep? Anyway, I got up and got a coffee at 7-11 (not bad coffee of a dollar) and went on my way.
Today I went into a home of a mother of an author. She showed me all the books her daughter had written and it took all my willpower to not sit down with a cup of tea and curl up with one of her books. Obviously I can’t give out any information but this author has written many books about nature and sharing and womanhood and spirituality and loving. I came home and immediately went online to get some of the books at the library. Something tells me I am going to love this author.
I coloured my hair last night just in case you are interested. It actually looks very similar to the colour on the box.Gawd, I need to get a life.