So, I’ve been banished from my house today. I am writing this from a coffee spot. We are having some drywall work done in my home today, and I suppose I am somewhat of a pistol on days when my house is crawling with strangers. My husband and my daughter have been doing work/school from home since this time last year, and more than a few times I have cried from my victim chair that I don’t get any “alone time” anymore. Well, today they kicked me out. Okay, it was more like an insistent coax or a persistent, strong nudge, but clearly, together they decided that things would be more peaceful at the house today, without me whirling around like a stressball, sighing and complaining, wringing my hands, huffing and puffing, and working up my sensitive trio of dogs, like a frenzied entourage, behind me. I own my eccentricities. I get it. I’m getting what I asked for; I get alone time all day today. And honestly, it’s kind of delicious. I’ve missed me. It’s kind of nice to get reacquainted with me. And I hope to bring the refreshed, grateful, more centered and peaceful version of me, back home to my loving family. Sometimes my family knows what is best for me, even before I realize what I truly need. That’s called love.
Are you passing on love, or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.