I woke up this morning happy, rolled over, slept some more.
An hour later, I woke up again, giddy.
My husband took our children to visit with family for the day.
So I'm home alone without a list of a million things that I expect myself to get done because my perfectionist self is away as well...I kindly asked that she go on holiday -- and proceeded to give myself a permission slip...
To watch two episodes of What not to Wear (if anyone would like to nominate me -- would you please?)
To get up when I want to.
To think what I want to.
To do what I want to -- when I want to.
Used by permission from Swallowfield
What will I do today?
I don't know yet.
And I don't need or want to know.
My friend Jen said to me recently, "How can I 'dare to dream' when I don't even have time to think my own thoughts?"
She's absolutely right, isn't she?
If you don't quite have it in you to carve out a day alone 'just because', when your husband or boyfriend or roommates or parents or friends ask you what you want for your next birthday, tell them you want a day all by yourself -- in your very own house -- to think your own thoughts.
It's going to be hard to ask -- so before you do -- you may want to read: Martha and Mary, Psyche and choice, Asking for what we want, Making a place for your dream, Learning to 'Let it Be'.
A day by your self will feel indulgent.
It will spoil you.
And it will feel wonderful.
Have any of you done this recently?
Just how hard was it? Or not?
How did you feel?
Did you find there was there more, not less, of your self, more ability to care and connect?
Oh my. This sounds soooooo lovely. Especially since I've been home with children full time since James has been out of town for 2 1/2 weeks. I definitely need a break, and my birthday is coming up. I think this would make a great birthday present for myself! Hmm. . . just think of all the things I could do, think, dream, enjoy for a day without worrying about everybody else! Thanks for the inspiration and I really hope you enjoy your day off!
Posted by: Janika | August 09, 2008 at 10:11 AM
My husband has twice taken our children to visit his mother alone. She and I are not close, hence I received a double blessing of time to myself and avoiding some fraught interactions with her. The first "vacation" I worked crazy office hours most of the time, but it was still refreshing to feel a release of responsibility at home. The second time I had a five-week-old baby, but it still felt like a vacation, because I cleaned the house and it STAYED CLEAN, thus freeing me up to do all sorts of other things besides feed, bathe, clothe, clean-up-after, and entertain little bodies (much as I miss those tender, little bodies now).
Posted by: EHD | August 10, 2008 at 08:56 AM