I took a five-mile walk yesterday morning, at my usual glacial pace of 3mph. For the rest of the day I did … nothing. Took a nap. Threw some sausage and tomatoes into a pot of beans and rice and called it dinner. Took another nap. Watched an hour of television. Went to bed.
No laundry. No grocery shopping. No decluttering. Nothing from my mental to-do list was accomplished.
Three things were (are) weighing me down:
- The children are all back home (obviously I knew they would go home, but still – it's awfully quiet around here)
- My AA sponsor's recent death, and my unfulfilled need to talk to her
- The first Father's Day without my dad hit me harder than I expected
This, too, shall pass. It always does. I need to be patient with myself.
So. Happy Summer Solstice to you. I hope I can get out of this funk before the first day of fall.