I just woke up from a long afternoon nap. I almost never take naps anymore, but this weekend did a number on me! Every time before I spend a weekend in the suburbs a little bit of dread passes through me. What the heck am I going to do in the suburbs for an entire long weekend!? I'm going to be bored and crabby because I spent too much time with my family!
But like everything in my life lately, I've been surprised. It seems like the only rest I get is during the work week! This weekend started off Wednesday night at RandD's and didn't end until Sunday night when I got back on the train towards the city. I've had more than enough to do (dare I say too much?). I have even been getting along really well with my family!
Among many other things the highlights of my weekend were swinging a hammer, hanging out with lil' B, drinking wine, celebrating my mother, mowing my lawn, watching documentaries with T, and buying antique handkerchiefs from a recently deceased dutch woman! All in a weekends work for the Last Unicorn!
I enjoyed my weekend, but for some reason I can't seem to shake the feeling that I'm living someone else's life. Perhaps this is my new life and I haven't quite gotten used to the feeling of living it. I need to completely unstick myself from previous mindsets and get back into one where I really make an effort to live in the now, for myself. How cheezy does that sound? I know, but it's something I've really been struggling with since all the recent changes and the ones looming in the very very near future.
Change is so scary sometimes and I'm faced with so much of it right now. Naps help, so do warm weather, and friends (thank goodness for friends). I feel as though I'm carrying around some kind of weight, and I'm not exactly sure what it is or how to lighten the load.
I suppose part of life is the constant struggle between the light and heavy. Lately I feel like a big fat rock! But an optimistic rock, if that makes any sense.