Alone at Last

Let me start my post with a tribute to my family and friends. While no home life is perfect (and my 3 year old daughter is trying to find my every button to push these days), I'm deeply in love with my husband and daughter. Also, since having a baby, I've met other moms and have had great luck in discovering soul mates in these friends.
That said, I love being alone. L is back in preschool this week after the holiday vacation and I am basking in my aloneness. Is this just because I am an introvert or do others feel the same way? One of my most favorite things to do (and I haven't done it in years) is to wake up early, take the train to New York City and spend the day wandering the streets, bookstores and museums alone. I feel treasonous even saying this. How could I want to escape the company of my family? Does anyone else share my guilty pleasure?


PS. I even love to go to the movies alone. I cry harder and laugh louder.

Life's Little Lessons

I've been reading this book lately. It's a little embarrassing, but I have a habit of trying to reform myself on a regular basis. I won't bore you with too much information, but in a nutshell, I see this book as a manifesto to change your relationship with struggle. Since reading this I really have noticed how much of life's activities revolve around "pushing through it" or "just do it". 

There is much more I want to say about the book, but I will save it for a later post. (I don't want to be preachy).

Here is a quote though: "You must live in a different world, not the world you've inherited, but a world all your own."

I write it because it gave me a good chuckle this morning when I read it and thought about the image I just encountered in the mirror. I had just dropped my daughter off at pre school and and then had my first look in the mirror.  (Had people all morning really been seeing me this way?) I certainly have gotten the part about "living in a world all of my own" down!

Bowls

Ah, my beloved sense of order. If only my brain were so. I have the gift of three mornings a week to myself since my daughter started preschool. I find myself grasping at making order of all the ideas and projects I could do....

I've decided to try to relax a bit and allow myself to stare out the window with a cup of tea. Yes, some things must get done, but a lot of my activities are a desire to be productive at the expense of enjoying this day. I like the expression "tempest in a tea pot". It is resonating with me as a warning and a silly, self induced situation.