Within the safe and lonely confines of my version of a romantically set boidoir, I fell emotionally. Luckily my huggable bears, Theodore and Sedgwick were there to soften the blow.
Perhaps if I were flourishing in my art the way I intended, I’d feel better; but for now, I’m stuck in passivity. I'm wanting to blame victim-hood of wrist pain, or energetic issues ... but ultimately all are excuses.
I’m lowering the bar of what it takes to feel content and that is to simply choose to be happy with what is.
I thought of Bri and wondered what if any, loneliness befell him. Which made me dream of him. I dreamt he wanted me to read him bedtime stories to make up for lost time.
Perhaps its all growing pains as I get acclimated to yet another job and the changes of truly being solo ... I’m very much thankful to my friends who fill in the gaps and make me feel like I matter.
I would really love to go abroad ... particularly Europe ... specifically Florence and Tuscany. Desperately, in need of a change in scenery. Although, during my drive to work this morning, I drove past looming columns of overhanging trees that framed the road. This offered a very scenic and relaxing tone to the day ... It made me appreciate where I am right now, in my home-based paradise.
I have to remember not to resist the flow of change. Faith forward ...
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