December 1st Thoughts

I slept late, 8:30 is late for me.
Waking to the scent of my husbands cologn on his pillow, it just felt wonderful. Somehow I ended up on his side of the bed and had my head resting on his pillow. Honestly I can't think of a better way to wake up on a cold morning than the way I did.
The house was not freezing cold but chilly, so the piles of blankets on top of me felt good. The morning sun streaming in through the lace curtains, casting golden patterns across the bed.
Out the window, I could see little mounds of snow under the trees and roof tops of white from where I was. It was hard to force myself out of bed, so I lingered, just thinking.
I thought about the past 5 days a bit, reflecting. Smiling to myself, thinking how it seems I came very close to perfecting " The Art of Doing Nothing". Certainly things were accomplished, like washing clothes and dishes, cooking and some tidying up, but they seemed minor to the way I gave into the art of doing nothing.
Wandering the land, looking at nature with a child like heart. Reading from 3 books at the same time, knitting on a scarf for only 10 minutes at a time, then knitting on some blue baby booties. Looking at old pictures, skipping going to the gym altogether. Dressing chic at times and staying in my pajama's until noon on other days.
At Weight Watchers this week they asked if we were taking time for ourselves. Taking moments to rejuevenate. I had to smile.... seems like in the last little while I have become a master of that. Taking time for myself and plugging in to what is important in my life. It is part of this new stage in life where I am having to redefine who I am and reinvent myself a bit.
Its a strange time, a bit confussing, a bit frightening in a way, to be 52 and wonder what you want to do when you grow up ! But at the same time, its delightfully fun. Emery and I dating again, yet at the same time, full of anticipation of our first grandbaby and having so much enjoyment from seeing our children married and so in love with their spouces. It feels a bit like sitting back and saying to ourselves, "well done" regarding how we raised our children. Much like planting a wonderful garden and enjoying the harvest. We worked hard raising our family and we are seeing an amazing return for our work.

Snow flurries yesterday
Items associated with my "doing nothing" week