It’s Thursday afternoon. Only an hour left at work. I have
mixed feelings about leaving work. I want to go home, but am at a loss as I
don’t feel like I have a home I can go to.
When I think of the word “HOME” I think of a safe haven from the world.
A place we can be protected from the evils of the world, the outside
stresses. A safe place.
Only one more night and then I’m off to house sit again for
a few days at my ex-husband’s house.
It’s not my home anymore, but it feels more like home then my home. It’s so ironic. A place at one time I hated
now is a place I love.
I look forward to a weekend away from my home. A place where
I can just walk in plop down on the couch and be showered by love by my pooch.
No talking just licks of love and a very waggy tail. I smile every time I see my little girl all
happy and excited, jumping around and wagging her tail. It brings joy to my life to see her so happy.
I wish I was her at times.
I miss my stair stepper. I miss working out at night.
Hopefully he will be gone at the temple or busy studying and I will be able to
jump on the stair stepper and get a little work out in while I watch some TV.
The sad thing is I look forward to bedtime. 8hrs of solace
filled with sleep to pass the time. 8hrs that I don’t have to think, worry, and
be scard. 8 worry free hours of my day.
It’s tough working full time. I feel like I have no time for fun. When I
get out of work I have no where to go where I can just decompress and relax. I
feel like I have to be on guard all day long.
I can never just let my guard down and relax.
Last night I survived by watching tv. Something to distract
me from the pain that I am in. I also
took my dog for a walk and talked on the phone to my mom.
I have such a hard time these days focusing at work.
I’m supposed to be on a gluten, dairy, soy free diet, but I’m
so tired. Being on a strict diet like this
means preparing all of your own meals and right now I just don’t have the time
or energy. Eating to me is such a chore.
Something that takes time away from other things.
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