I’ve spent the last few days at home. I’ve indulged myself with wearing comfy pajamas, fuzzy socks, forgetting about bedtimes, sleeping until I wake and making breakfast for Miss R. I’ve cooked lovely dinners, opened a bottle of pino and watched Netflix movies. I’ve ignored the world outside except for my little family.
I’m practicing kindness. To myself. It’s a foreign concept but one I could get use to. I’m finding this space between Christmas and New Year a sanctuary from working demands of a busy life. I’ve slowed to an almost crawl. And, you know what, I highly recommend it!