I don't quite know what to do with myself. There are times each day when I want somewhere to go, some task to do, something scheduled.
I have 28 days until I leave for Bogota.
I have a lot to read.
I have a couple artsy and craftsy projects to finish.
I have some appointments.
I have some things to check off of a list.
I am not used to having nothing to do.
I am ready for motion, but it seems farther away than it really is.
If this were merely a pause between the known, the routine, I would enjoy it. I can picture a hammock on an island, a month break from work, a dream! But I'm not a solitary creature; I need relationships to go along with all the reading.
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