The first, in 22 years, without my babies.
My eldest is with his partner. My other two are with their dad. Have been since 12.06 on Friday. Will not be home until tomorrow afternoon (time not specified).
I’m not sure if it’s a product of my counselling sessions – which I’m loving, so pleased I decided to take the plunge – or my attempts to keep positive and focus on life’s joys, or perhaps a combination of both, but I’m feeling fine about it.
It’s odd how days you think will be tough turn out to be fine…
….’The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.’
I’m missing them. I wish they were here. We would have had chocolate for breakfast. Played board games. And be about to start making a huge Sunday roast together.
But I’m not sad. Or lamenting.
I’m glad they are having fun.
And I’m having a chill.
I’m laid in bed. Drinking coffee. Reading a book (All the light we cannot see). Well, technically, I’m having a break from reading and I’m writing this.
Life is good, if you allow it to be.
If you focus on the blessings and not let the daily grind get you down.
Aw, if only I could achieve such a zen like state every day. Ha!
But I’m grateful I can today.
Wishing you all a very happy Easter!