This weekend was really good. Really normal. The kind of weekend where you write a list on Friday night because it seems like there’s so much to do and then . . . magically . . . there’s plenty of time. Everything gets done. And there’s time for walks and cards and hot tub and time with my mom and podcasts that me laugh.
I studied, I answered emails, I did work I needed to, I prepared for my D&D game tonight — after a month, it’s good to be back in the campaign I run. Even if my players won’t touch half the things I prep, I still like thinking about the possibilities. I worked at my kitchen counter, something I never did with the old countertops, and enjoyed the perspective of finding a new space in my small home.
The sun was out this weekend. It was warm. I went to Troup Park each day on my walks. Today I touched the water between the cracks in the melting ice.
My mom said yesterday that I seem more like myself. It’s good to feel more like myself. Even if it takes a wild amount of compartmentalizing. Or maybe that’s just living. Maybe that’s just moving onward.
The Sunday Scaries creep again but I’m so grateful for weekends like these. Next weekend I’ll be running around to go to Madison and then Milwaukee . . . for good things, though. But I hope for a spring of as many normal weekends as possible.
With Love,
Natalie