Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Hello, world. I’ve missed you. Okay, so it’s only been two weeks since my last post, but it feels a lot longer.
I had three editing projects all due within a week of each other, so as the deadlines approached I ducked further into my cave, shutting off the world, ignoring phone calls, missing friends. It was a time of buckling down and doing what needed to be done, even if it meant my three-year-old watched a lot of TV while I worked.
Yesterday was the last of the three deadlines and it was glorious. I spent the morning doing back-to-back loads of laundry, cleaning my kitchen, paying bills, completing preschool paperwork. Okay, I realize that may not sound glorious, but it was. I find that when I’ve been in my cave of work, the everyday minutiae of housework is gratifying.
Midday I settled in with a blanket on a sunny couch for a 15-minute nap. Usually that short amount of time wouldn’t be enough for me to fall asleep so it would be frustrating, but yesterday in the post-deadline afterglow I must have gone right out.
In the afternoon I soaked up the warm 70-degree weather (a welcome change from the bitter low 30s we had last week) while my son played in his sandbox.
The mail brought the new Bella Grace magazine and an artsy deck of oracle cards. I’m pretty certain the universe was trying to help me celebrate.
Last night my husband and I went grocery shopping to get our final needs for Thanksgiving (another box checked off), then we worked together on a new soup recipe (which was delicious). We cuddled on the couch and watched a few episodes of Warehouse 13 and after putting my son to bed, I took a bubble bath and read on my new Kindle.
By nighttime, the cold that has been mildly afflicting me for the last two weeks turned into a full-on sore throat and this morning, I definitely feel it coming on with a vengeance. But even that doesn’t bother me too much because at least it remained small while I had to work and gave me a day of catch-up and rest before hitting harder.
The point is this: everyday life is sweet. In the afterglow of deadlines that is extra apparent. And I’m thankful that the universe gave me just the day I needed to reconnect with the sweetness.
Today I’ll settle in with warm drinks, leftover soup, and the exhale of accomplishment.
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