The last wedding was last weekend and I thought I’d feel lighter by now, but I don’t.
Work still eats the same hour and a half each way, and the train was delayed 20 minutes this morning. I just sat there staring out the window instead of reading or doing anything useful with the time.
I tried that thing where you sit for 5 minutes and don’t do anything with your hands. No phone, no list running in my head, nothing. Made it about 90 seconds before I was mentally rearranging the garden beds for next spring instead.
My husband asked what I was doing and I didn’t really have an answer that made sense out loud.
Not sure what I expected. Maybe just some quiet that didn’t feel like I was failing at being quiet.