..living in spain....eating sardines...learning a new language...tramping through bush...writing poetry...
These things I now day dream about:
1. Drawers to put my children's clothes in after 4 months of fishing them out of bags.
2. Three hours off mothering this friday -wow, what a great chance for some me-time. The sad fact is I'll be sitting in a dentist chair having 5 fillings put in. Even sadder is looking forward to the chance to nearly lie down for that long! And the prospect of a day in bed recovering, eating panadol, slurping mushy food and reading books.
The question is how did I get so stretched? I've become a smear of marmite spread over way to many pieces of toast. And the fault is my own, because I haven't asked for or prioritised the need to spend some time and energy dreaming about things I want. I'm the robot responding to the demands and needs of my nearest and dearest, where's that poetry writing sardine eating dreamer gone?
Must ponder on this while listening to the dulcet tones of the drill on friday....
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