Tuesday, 22 May 2012
It seems I have, for the moment, found the perfect balance.
I am working, and loving it.
The kids are happy and doing well, despite, or perhaps because of, my work.
I am exercising four times a week and enjoying every second - be it weights or Pilate's or walking steep steep hills in the dark.
I am cooking. Cooking for pleasure and for chores. Entertaining cooking is the best kind.
I am reading. Real books. For pleasure. For the bliss of propping myself up in soft pillows and falling asleep at night with my book on my chest...
I am revelling in the involvement in the kids sport - the thrill of the win, even if it is just eight year old netball...
I am taking each day as it comes with my Mum. She is over four months sober. She is not well, but she is so much better. Her voluntary sobriety makes me so very hopeful and tenuously happy. I shall take each day at a time.
And I am writing.
Not blogging. But writing.
So I guess whilst the scales are balanced to perfection for now, the way that I have inadvertently achieved this balance is by letting go... of my blog. Not forever. Just for now.
Blogged by Diminishing Lucy on Tuesday, May 22, 2012