It's Saturday again and I escape to my room for a bit of rest and relief. I love my family so dearly but the week has taken a toll on me. I need some space and time to do nothing or to feel like I don't have to do anything.
I watch a show. A mindless viewing, it is the escape I was hoping for. Not thinking is good for me and to be lost in a realm of meaningless dribble, isn't so bad for awhile.
I go upstairs because I missed lunch. I'm not really hungry but I feel like eating. I'd like to eat a lot but that doesn't help me feel any better in the long run. Ah, a piece of toast. Just the thing. The bread is a real "no, no," white and chewy. Mmmm, I relish every sinful bite. It looks kind of out of place on my plate, like the way I feel most of the time.
I go to my frig and grab a bunch of grapes. I actually have picked out the dreamy kind that are so perfect to nibble on. It is a lonely Saturday. My mind trips back years to other weekends when there was so much to do. I like having nothing to do. I wish I had someone to do nothing with.
I am a warrior. I will get through this weekend and make it my victory.
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