This post is a confession. I’ve been feeling so great spending time with my guests that my self-care and attention to my body has kind of gone out the window. The energy and spirit they bring is infectious and I can’t help but get wrapped up in it! Not to mention that this is the most fun I’ve had in months and months.
But this morning, holding on to Paul to get out of bed, and last night, limping around the house, it really hit me. Yes, for those of you who’ve already reached this conclusion: I over did it. I hate that phrase, but it’s true. Hard to admit, a hit to my pride, but true.
I really like to play pretend. I like to pretend, until it catches up with me. Then as I sit on my icepack and mentally kick myself, I still like to play pretend. What can I say, I’m a dreamer.
I love the fact you are a dreamer! It makes you a great writer and a great friend! I am sorry that you "overdid" it, but I am so glad you're having fun with your guests! Life is such a hard balance sometimes huh!
ReplyDeleteIt's easy to see why you'd want to play pretend. Life without dreams and some kind of relief/escape is no life at all. It's wonderful to have opportunities to be with family and friends, to extend beyond the confines of the everyday normalcy--especially in your case. The abrupt reality you have to face afterwards is really uncool. Oh-your dog really looks like her mother!
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