Well kids, it’s been one week since my mom took off on a plane back to Washington and guess what? I am still alive! I am well(ish)! I am eating, drinking, and making merry! As we dropped her off at the airport, it felt like it would be ages before that would be a possibility or that life would fall back into a natural rhythm for quite some time. Although I do feel lethargic, without much motivation to go to the gym or out to do much socializing other than under the comforting roof of my favorite restaurant run by some of my favorite people- I know I have to push through to this next week and get back into action full force, bright eyed and bushy tailed.
Usually the Monday after Easter Sunday I’m floating on a high of closeness, an intimate afternoon with family and friends, and a pile of goodies at the foot of my bed.
Something is amiss this year.
Recently, I’ve grown to love organized crime films and shows (if you’re not in with Peaky Blinders, do yourself a solid and get on it) just as much as, well, almost everyone- not just because of the gratuitous violence, gritty history, heavy one-liners, suspense, and bevy of men with slicked back hair who pull of suits extremely well but because of the fundamental family aspect of each story.
It’s interesting and a bit frustrating to see how much I have taken free time and a flexible schedule for granted this past year. I feel that as I transition into a new chapter, time for myself will be limited and awareness of what I need should be treated like gold. No longer do I have the flexibility of a fashion editor and writer’s schedule, the ability to work from home, take the time to work on personal projects, and pander in my own interests or projects throughout the week as I used to. Then again- I’m always waxing on how much I should just go with the flow and live day to day. Meh.