The End of Luxury

That is what I will call these days...the days of luxury.  Where I played with my pretty gems and did not put on make up (even to go to the store...e-gads!) or clean the house or try to make any semblance of the directions of things to come.

 I just was. 

What a beautiful feeling, just to be and not have to march to the beat of anyone's drum but your own (well, ok...for most of the time anyway, I have a family you know). 

This time alone is what I have so desperately needed.  I was insatiably craving the opportunity to not worry about anything  except whether or not I was going to create... or make dinner... go sledding... bake a decadent chocolate peanut butter ganache cake for my husband's birthday.  No matter what choice I made, it was the right one... purely driven by instinct and free will.

How often do we really allow ourselves to live the day without parameters? Or are we scheduled to the absolute mili-second so that when we do have a moment to breathe, it is simply enough air to sustain us before the next onslaught of madness and mayhem occurs.

We wonder why things are the way they are...

If you have any possiblity of taking some time for yourself...please, do so.  It is so good for your soul, your psychological well being, although probably not so much for the waist line and new years resloutions :)