My reprieve is two days away. Two more days and I will luxuriate in a week without school and work. Oh, I need it – and I’m very aware just how much. I’ve struggled this week with both my health and an unexpected bout of lethargy. I haven’t felt this out of sorts in some time and I know it’s due to my current lifestyle (which doesn’t have much to do about ‘life’ and certainly isn’t being lived with any sort of ‘style’).
I look forward to spending unconstrained hours on my yoga mat. Here’s to sleeping late and lazy days of digging in my garden. Here’s to unscheduled morning with French-pressed coffee and a fat cat curled on my lap. I can’t wait for long walks under sun-dappling trees and time to think, think, think. I will breathe again.
These two days cannot pass soon enough, opening up a window of time for me to find my feet once again and place them gently upon the ground. With this, I can move forward, smiling and happy.