This morning I stayed under my very girly pink comforter snuggling in the warmth with my purple build-a-bear without the gumption necessary to swing my feet off the comforting resting space and onto the floor to face my day.
I didn’t even get up early enough to make Emma’s lunch.
This weekend was long and not entirely fantastic. Yes, I had some accomplishments. My garage is now much cleaner and more organized than it was Saturday morning. I moved forward on some art projects. I had lunch with friends, I read quite a bit, I chatted women’s literature over coffee.
This is all good, so way the malaise this morning?
I plucked a thought out of the air which turned into a bright yellow light bulb into my hand.
I hadn’t made the time and space to write this weekend. I had lamented my sisterhood with Virginia Woolf, “I need a space of my own!” and I had tried more than once to sit at my desk and allow the words to tumble forth.
Instead, I sat at my desk and got grouchy.
My usual desk time is more like boogeying down the street, words jockeying to be collected and strung together, beads on a necklace.
I prefer quiet or maybe some classical music.
I am spoiled: in my usual day I have quite a large chunk of time to write in this peaceful setting I create for myself.
The long weekend meant more people underfoot who are jockeying to be heard and don’t allow the space for the words to take their normal space.
I finally willed myself out of rest this morning and as Samuel ate his breakfast, I wrote my morning pages writing my way into the question “What could I have done differently?”
I could have taken my notebook on a field trip and written under the sunshine we had this weekend. I could have gone to any of my favorite nature haunts or coffee shop haunts or gallery haunts.
I didn’t choose that, I chose to whine and complain.
I could have gone to a friend’s house and written there. I could have even used a borrowed computer so I could get my blogging done.
Instead, I dug in my heels and whined about the woe-is-me-or-is-it-I situation that faced me.
I didn’t lift my pen to paper nor did I seek someone else’s computer to write.
The yellow light bulb of awareness rang a bell pronouncing “Hello, you’ve got it!”
Today I could punish myself for being so foolish and shortsighted.
Instead, I am offering myself a free pass through the punitive room in my mind. I offer myself freedom rather than self-punishment.
I’ll take it.
I notice now that I’ve noticed the words are flowing.
They just needed me to open the gate and stop fighting the what or where or how is in whatever moment I live.
What freedom will you offer yourself today?
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