Well, here I sit. Staring at a white screen.
Waiting for a muse to come and slap me upside the head
With a brilliant idea.
Would I even feel it?
That is debatable at this point.
I am exhausted from a long day at school
Then being a mother to two (plus one more) girls
Supper and a band concert.
Did I even stop to go the bathroom at all today?
It’s not just my mind. My whole body is numb.
My eyelids heavy with the promise of sleep.
I stare at the screen, not so white anymore.
Hoping my thoughts are coming across the space
Sunday is my favorite day of the week.
It is time for me to sleep in and sometimes stay in my pjs- all day.
It is time for me to catch up on laundry and cleaning, paying the bills, and other responsibilities that I haven’t been able to get to.
It is time for me to try something new in the kitchen.
It is time for me to spend time with family.
It is time for me to curl up on the couch and read a great book.
Sundays are the days that I like to reflect on my life.
I like to think about the week that just past and the week that I will start on Monday.
Am I still heading in the same direction? What do I need to focus on? What important things or people do I need to devote more of my time and energy to?
It is time for me to take time.