I have had the last three days to myself, and its been wonderful.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my husband. I love my parents. I love all my friends. But it had been a LONG time since I put me 100% first.
My husband has been on a run west, and I hate to say that I was looking forward to it… but I was. (I wrote about it over at Road Widows.) I was craving time to just do my thing. To rejuvenate. To have a mini-vacation within the walls of my own house.
I got so much done. Three design projects completed (or as complete as they can be in this moment), two more started, and wedding photos from last week are started as well. I feel so much lighter shortening my to do list.
Oh my list of goals was ambitious. Somehow I thought I was going to organize the office and deep clean the house, too, in the time provided. Nuh uh. I did good to get the laundry done and fresh sheets on the bed. And keep the dishes done on a day-to-day basis.
So I didn’t get it ALL done. I’m okay with that! And I missed July 4th with friends. I’m okay with that, too. The last few days, selfish as it might sound, was all about ME. And I am not going to apologize for that fact.