I was sitting here with my morning latte when I heard some unusual sounds. What is it? Oh my god, those are my thoughts. MY thoughts. No questions. No requests. No television or music blaring in the background. No conversations, or arguments breaking through into my consciousness. It is as though I've entered a foreign country. The quiet is palpable. And delicious.
My family has been off doing other things for a couple of days and I have the house to myself. What a concept! Apart from the birds, the cats, the fish and the dog I have no one else to prepare meals for but myself. Yesterday I ran a quick errand and then spent the whole day—yes the WHOLE day—writing. I forgot to eat breakfast, ate a late lunch and skipped dinner when I realized that I had to get ready to leave for my writing group in the evening. I ate dinner at 11:00 pm and wrote until 2:00 am.
Now I'm not saying I'd want to live like this all the time. I love my family and the energy that surrounds them. But every now and then (okay, maybe a bit more than that) it would be so refreshing to have some alone time. In the two days they've been gone I've lost two pounds. I've written a new chapter for my book. I've run errands, done laundry and attended a writing workshop. And I've allowed thoughts that had been bumped aside by the jostling of family life to bubble to the top and be scooped up and examined.
I guess this is my own private version of a staycation.