Procrastination is a girl’s best friend or at least it’s mine right now. I have a lot to do to today to prep for a week-long training that begins tomorrow. I know I should get going and get all of those last-minute details all wrapped up but I just want a few more minutes of weekend. I want to finish my coffee and read some blogs.
I got a call from a friend last night wondering if she could come over and just be with some company. She is having hard times with her boyfriend and just needed to get out of her house. It was so nice to have someone come over and curl up on my couch. I haven’t had that in 2 years. I didn’t get out of my jammies to have her over, we didn’t do anything special other than sit on the couch and laugh our asses off…and she had some tears, too. It was ok though. She was surrounded by love. Joe loves this one, too. She’s good people.
Sitting in my livingroom surveying my life and my love and my home I felt satisfied for the first time in a long time. It doesn’t matter that my kitchen is carpeted and that our toilet requires an acrobat’s flexibility to sit on. it doesn’t matter because in the last six weeks we’ve filled this space with so much love and joy that it feels like a home. It feels like a place that I would like people to come and be. We didn’t have that at our last place and I feel so blessed to have this new space. It makes living here so much easier.
