…filled with endless washing of towels and sheets, vacuuming and sweeping, cleaning bathrooms, wondering just where the rest of the beach towels went…and missing them.
It was a great weekend with five girls – my two daughters and their three friends. Wonderful beach time, food and drink, laughter, funny photos and such, but now it’s back to my solitary life. Today was all about just me once more. Yoga kicked my butt, then I got time for The Talk and a little rest. Art class resumes tomorrow night, so some sketching in the garage, followed by a little reading and words with friends, interspersed with trips up and down to the laundry, and…..I’m tired. The weekend was fun, but tonight it’s early to bed. Cheerios for dinner, a glass of Pino Grigio, more words with friends…and that should do it.
I always get the “lonleys” the day a huge group leaves after the weekend. To make it better, I just make it about me. One thing I have come to learn on my journey is the practice of self-care when you feel yourself slipping will always bring comfort, peace, and rest. I learned that whenever fatigue or depression is lurking in the form of loneliness or sadness, I have to stop and think of what I can do right now to nurture myself. It can be as small as a glass of wine or a nap, but anything that makes me feel “taken care of” quickly zaps that lonely feeling and changes my thinking.
And so, as another day goes by, I end my evening being gentle with myself, and…I have written.
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