Up until today, I’ve been so busy that I’ve hardly had time to miss my girls. Most likely strategic on my part as I’ve organized some event or said yes to every invitation imaginable. So after a lovely morning enjoying coffe and a visit with a dear friend, I came home to an empty house. It was also a clean house. And a quiet house. What was I to do?
Honestly, I was at a loss. Poking around in the yard in 90 degree heat lasted about 2 minutes. Ok, I’ll prepare for dinner early. Marinating the salmon took 5 minutes. I finished my book, done in 10. The orchids needed attention. Lab reports needed correcting. Finding chores for chores sake was becoming downright silly.
Then it hit me, stop fighting it. Be comfortable with being uncomfortable. So that is what I did. I sat in the well worn, but comfy recliner, under the fan and just reveled in the boredom. Was tempted to text daughters, but held back. Thought of starting a new book, but decided to wait a bit longer. Torture.
I forced myself to just be still. When was the last time I did that as a working mom? I did notice something unusual, my mind did start to settle down. My heart rate slowed and I cooled off. Sounds like meditating and my eyes weren’t even closed.
The seconds ticked by and became minutes. I think I remained in this inert state for around 30 minutes, a lifetime in the life of an insect! I did it though.
Next weekend, chores.