Time for yourself

What does that mean when you have a busy family?? I can barely get a mouthful of food without someone swarming me. I have been tasked with an assignment to carve out more time for myself. I think the key for me is to be intentional. Make the time, take the time, savour the time. It's not that I don't get away. Michael is really good at letting me bolt if I have to, but it's not necessarily a recharging time because I don't do anything that will recharge me...ya know??

I think I need to start drawing again. Or writing. Or singing. Some of the most relaxing, recharging times have been singing with Miriam and Mike. Just playing around with harmonies and learning to hear things with a different ear and take some chances. I miss having music in my life. One of my biggest fears about my thyroid surgery was the potential risk of permanent damage to the vocal chords. Thankfully, that didn't happen, but a little over a year later, things are still repairing. I don't have the range that I had and it wasn't like I was a freaking chanteuse or anything, but I knew what I could do and could do it confidently...now I try and when I get there, the bottom falls out and that's weird.

I would love to have a little paint set that I could carry around with me - I could go sit in the ravine for a while and just see what I could see.

And writing. This is an outlet, but I think that this "me time" can't involve this outlet. It can be freeing and restricting all at the same time. I used to write poetry. Or at least I did for a blip in time. Not great, but kinda fun to do - way better than sudoku 8^)

So, the digging continues. Hah! Hopefully I'll have this all figured out before I die!