My house is clean. My child has been sleeping soundly for several hours. All my laundry is clean and put away. I even (finally) transferred ringtones to and photos from my phone. At this moment, I have nothing to do.
But I am awake.
If I think about it for more than 30 seconds, I can come up with a whole long list of things to do. Clean my car, go grocery shopping, hang up clothes (which I hatehatehate, which is why it's not getting donedonedone.), just to name a very few. But most of those things must be done tomorrow, not now. They aren't pressing at the current moment. Nothing is.
It's a nice feeling.
I suppose I should revel in it. My alarm will ring much sooner than I would like it to. When it does, my to-do list will be waiting again.
I am so ashamed of all these unopened doors.
I am so ashamed of what I have become
that, oh, my heart is bursting again,
don't leave this mark.
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