About a month ago I was dreaming about last week. Dreaming about the time to come when my life gets a little more mine. It seemed like a far off place, one that was filled with planning and executing of Easter brunch, the first holiday we've hosted. The first one in our house.
This past weekend it came and went, it was nothing short of glorious. The place looked great, everyone ate, the weather was awesome, and it was incredibly un-stressful as a hostess. Quite frankly as it should be. It helps to have a partner who is all-in for a dinner party. One who will clear his calendar and take a trip to Canada with you to buy a bookshelf, for a dinner party, and then will put it together the minute you get home with narry a side-look of "you be crazy."
It's not to say it was perfect. There were 6 people my heart missed at the table. How in 2014 have we not yet made a star-trek-like travel device a reality? Short of that, it was the best Easter it could have been.
And now on to the rest of the bright light I had been looking forward to. More time on me. Less time in charge. More time internally. Less time externally. Slower. Mindful. Present.
We have adventures of weddings ahead, some travel, some time with family. But mostly it's about getting back to my roots, the things that just plain 'ole make me happy. It's about time, guys. It's been a stressful couple of months
Anyway - the mantra goes like this:
"Self care is not selfish. When we don't fill our own vessel, we give from a place of empty. When we give from a place of empty, we don't give of our best self. True acts of self care involve nurturing the heart and soul with activities that bring you sustained joy." - Dr. Romi