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.
I’m sitting in a hotel room in San Antonio, Texas. I drove out to see my husband do a show with the artist he works for… a rare chance for me to catch a show! It was a short visit… I had to work during the day and then missed two turns on the way, so I was way later than I hoped to be. Then he had to bolt out quick, bound for Biloxi, Mississippi for a show the next day.
But, that’s okay! We’re both good with it, and it was just nice to spend a couple hours together. Every few minutes together matter!
Here I sit, though, by myself in a hotel room. It doesn’t phase me any more, but I can still remember the first time I stayed at a hotel alone. It wigged me out a bit!! It was all on me to get up and get out on time. It was all on me to load the truck and find my way back. Complete strangers were sleeping maybe 20 yards away from me in the next room, and somehow it felt weird to know that.
That was then. This is now.
Now I find it fun. I enjoy time alone, actually! I’m alone a lot when my husband is on the road, but this is different. This is… a mini-one-night-vacation.
Sometimes, I use the time to get a LOT of work done. Sometimes, I use it just to decompress and turn the brain off entirely. Oddly, I’m doing both tonight. The room is a suite for a change, and I’m chilling on the couch. I settled in to read other’s blogs, not feeling like writing. Then suddenly felt compelled to write. On nights like this, I go with the flow. Whatever I want to do, I do.
It’s a total treat… and I’m enjoying every single second.