I always wondered what it would be like. To have full control of my day. One where I didn't have to make an appearance by 9am. Where personal errands weren't squeezed into a lunch break. And sleep wasn't sacrificed to spend time with Mr Inspired, before retreating to the PC.
So far I'm proud of me... I've resisted the urge to sleep til noon then work til 3am. (That is so me!). Instead I've opted for a relationship-friendly routine. I get up at the same time I always did. I enjoy breakfast with my husband, until he leaves for work. Then I resist the urge to return to bed. (Okay there was one day I did).
What I've learnt...
1. It's hard to get motivated whilst still wearing your PJ's
2. It's easy to run out of milk when all your coffees are drank at home
3. It's awesome to go for a walk just because the sun is shining!
4. I now know what a pie tray looks like.
Yesterday I couldn't find my groove. Life is weird now. Good weird. What is my groove now? I have some vague ideas, but I've given myself some time to sit with those ideas. To see how they FEEL. Blog, sure that's easy and fun. But blog for income. That's new. A little scary. Even if my ideas pan out, they require leaving ones comfort zone.
The fuzzy head space resulted in an outdoor walk. In tracky dacks, a jumper and woollen gloves, I ventured out into the cold air. Lucky there was sunshine encouraging me outdoors. I felt proud. I was the woman walking at midday with a big goofy smile.
I was living the dream! Really.
Being able to dictate my own schedule and walk when the sun is shining, has been #1 on my wish list for a while now.
Keeping in the swing of my new found freedom I went and got all domestic Goddess. I had dinner prepared and ready to go for when Mr Inspired got home. I was in mid preparations of an Apple Crumble when he was greeted by his smiling, relaxed, happy wife. I'm not sure he knew what to make of all of this.
My self-delusion of 'rockin the kitchen' came to an abrupt holt. I had to ask Mr Inspired what a pie tray looked like. He didn't care that I didn't know. He could already smell the the apples cooking. Was already in anticipation of what the wife could conjure up. It was no masterpiece,
Today Mr Inspired came home and I wasn't even here. I was at the store grabbing more milk. Some blogger likes her coffee with LOTS of milk. The perfect wife bubble didn't live long.
What's your dream life?