retreat

I spun a little coccoon around myself for most of the day today. I was feeling raw and weary and overwhelmed and my gut instinct (the self-preservation instinct) told me to stay in and focus on my home. If you've been reading the blog over the last week, you'll have noticed that my apartment has been in a state of upheaval thanks to bedbugs. I realized today that by turning my apartment into a battlefront, I lost my sense of sanctuary, of HOME. So, for most of the day today, I worked to find a way to organize my things so that I could have a sense of home in spite of the lasting reminders of the beastie bug seige. I also came up with a plan to tackle the monumental list of things to do that faces me this week. I feel more grounded, more at peace, having carved out a space for myself and my work that feels more manageable. When I went out this evening for a quick bite to eat with friends and then on to a Birth Lounge meeting, I found myself feeling more relaxed than I have felt for ages. It's going to be okay.