I don’t tend to get bored all that easily. Maybe because I was an only child and learned to subsist on my imagination and reading a lot. Now I write too.
I picked up my yarn from storage. Now I just have to find my needles and a step by step tutorial. Is knitting on THC a thing?
I have two days of absolutely zero slated. Not going anywhere, not doing anything; not even errands, chores or laundry. Hunkering down is all, by myself, while the ex takes the kiddos.
I have calls to make. Work I can do if I want to. Which I probably should, but won’t force myself too or even pencil it in.
I honestly can’t remember the last time I felt so unencumbered. I could be feeling isolated, cabin fever, stressed, worried, oh the list of things I could and (some may say) should be feeling is horribly long. But nope. Not gonna feel any which way about anything at all.
Just gonna breath in the day as it unfolds. Doing whatever occurs to me. I have my book trilogy I can work on. A slew of spanish movies in my list.
It’s interesting that amidst all the turmoil in the world and in my own life I can find peace. I guess a lifetime of practice helps.
I’m taking life one moment at a time. Simply allowing myself room to breath and just be.
We put so much thought and energy into worrying about the future or throwing ourselves into the past, as if reliving the trauma will make it better or easier.
Such a waste of our precious and very limited time here.
I have no solutions to any of life’s problems, not even my own.
I’m satisfied to just watch the world float by.