I have so much really really good stuff going on right now, but also just so. much. stuff. I feel like snuggling in between the pug and the white dog butt & hiding from everyone for a few days. I keep catching myself fantasizing about coming home to a quiet space with no clutter, no noise, just a blank open canvas with no deadlines in sight. Oh & no bills to pay either! heh
After a 7 hour painting class on Sunday, I rode my bike home tired, hungry & sweaty. I just wanted to collapse inside the house with a tall glass of water and some soothing quiet. Instead I got construction noises upstairs, the opera singer next door, the TV going in the living room with the mister talking on the phone at the same time.
This? Is exactly why I love my dogs. I saddled them up & wandered over to the park, thanking my lucky stars that no snarky teenagers were afoot. I brought my sketchbook, but mostly just laid back in the grass & looked up at the clouds. Ahhhhh! Quiet! Sunshine! Puppy kisses! And all was right with my world again.
It only took about 10 minutes before I felt recharged & headed back home. It’s amazing what a difference it makes when I’m able to take those few minutes for myself to simply breathe.
What do you do to recharge?