Thoughts

Expect no pretty pictures from this post. 

Today, I’m simply sharing my thoughts.

This week has been a welcome relief in my life. It has been so nice to sleep as long as I like each day, to sit on the couch in my jammies and write blog posts and lurke message boards and read books.

It has been so long since I’ve just been able to breeze through a book for pleasure.

I missed that.

Don’t get me wrong. I love my life, and I love my job. But sometimes, it’s nice to have no obligations.

I’ve cooked just for the pleasure of it. I’ve read just to know the story. I’ve gone out in the sunshine just to play with the puppies.

It has been so nice.

And now, it’s coming to an end. 

There are so many things waiting for me… contracts to complete, paperwork to fill out, questions to answer. I’ve procrastinated all week, just basking in my freedom, and now I feel like I’m behind again.

It’s a feeling I don’t think I’ll ever get used to.

There are so many things I still want to do with my free time. I want to make Easter packages to send to my neice and nephew. I want to decorate Twilight-themed sugar cookies for the New Moon DVD release on Saturday. I want to plant flowers in my yard and purchase a tomato topsy-turvy grower.

But instead, tomorrow, I will work. I will fill out paperwork and create pages and scan artwork. 

And soon, so soon, it will be the end of the school year and I’ll have all summer to bask in my freedom.

Then, I will find things to do around the house to occupy my time. Books to read. Recipes to cook. And the cycle will begin all over again.

I’m so thankful that I was able to find a career that I love, something that is new and exciting and different each day. 

I am thankful for the freedom of a flexible schedule, even if it feels like I can barely make it through February and March.

But there’s light at the end of the tunnel, and this week helped show me that.

So now, I’m going to go read some more and plan my cookies and think of things other than work. 

For next week, the work begins again. 

I can’t escape it. 

And right now, I’m okay with that.