Physically, socially, mentally. Beating myself up over some stupid
things. Not sure what that was all about. Part of it may have been
coming down from finishing a semester. Maybe I was missing D.
And there was some indecision there about how I want to spend
my time in the next several weeks while I'm off school. During
times of transition, it always takes me a minute to figure out
what I'm doing and why.
This week, I will have a different kind of week.
It's time to refocus.
And give myself permission to have some fun. (When I have time
off like this, I feel guilty because David's working, and I think I
should be, too.)
It's Sunday morning. Start of a new week. David is on a run
right now. When he gets back, we'll have the whole day to
spend together. He leaves tomorrow morning for the week.
So, I want to make the day with him count. I am going to do
some thinking about my plans for next week though so I can
come out of the gates tomorrow ... like Rachel Alexander.
Pitter, patter. Let's get at her.