This is Where I Live (Part I)

However urgent a thing is, there comes a point where there are no more places to go. The urgency burns out, and you sit there like you have all the time in the world, while the world rages on around you.

While I have all the time in the world, I'm not spending a lot of time in self-reflection. Self-mutilation. Self-improvement. Self-pity. Self-castigation. Self-alienation. Self-betterment (unless you count Yoga Face which I came across in the library). Self-critique. etc. etc. ad infinitum.

There are three things, however, that I am spending time doing. Each of them has turned out to be a two edged sword.

One is just enjoying the small things. The day to day things that someone who stays at home actually has the time to do. However, as wonderful as it is to have the time to keep a spotless home - dust the books, cook meals, brush the cat - it is just as utterly frustrating to start doing the dishes every day, twice, and get down on my hands and knees to pick up yet more cat hair.

All the little things you never have the time to do are suddenly there staring you in the face. Reproachfully.

(I'm breaking this up. Mostly cause I have something else I have to do and I wouldn't want to make it most of the way through and miss my posting. Sorry! Numbers Two and Three on their way.)