Or maybe 2020 again? Can I stay home and do nothing please? What happen to my slow living journey? I want it back. Oh yes, life! 😅
My daughters wedding is in less then two months away. The wedding shower is a month a way. So much planning is involved, and I want it to be perfect. It will not be Pinterest perfect, because that is out of my means, but I’d at least like it to be something that takes her breath away.
Honestly though, I had no idea how much goes into an actually one hundred guest wedding. Who knew? I certainly did not. And when I think about other countries wedding customs and partying for a week straight, it’s exhausting to think about. Slow living will do that to anyone. You get use to taking it slow and easy. Handling one thing at a time. Slowly. Carefree.
Next week we will be moving my daughters things into her new house. The house closes next week. And they really did get the house of their dreams. It is just perfect.
There are so many changes happening at once and I thing I’m going a bit stir crazy. I really want to have a couple weeks of not leaving the house or working. I guess this is what happens in mid-life.
Actually, I take that back. While it’s not empty yet, I see the next five years, and while most people who become empty nesters look forward to a life of going here and there. Perhaps doing everything they had put on the back burner to raise a family…
Ha! No thank you. I do not care about going here or there. I’ve found my contentment in life.
Currently, I just don’t want to leave the house. I want to do, well, nothing. Maybe doing nothing would get boring after a few months, but I’m up for the challenge.
I always assumed that life would become easier when my kids got older. It doesn’t! It just gets busier. Life was easier when all the kids were younger. Go figure?!
I think it could do with my midlife lack of energy. I feel my energy levels dwindling by the month. Having to still cook so much, I’ve managed to get off Keto again and I’m guessing that is making my mind grouchy and foggy.
It really sucks! And when we are home, all I want to do is sleep, because quality sleep seems like a luxury my age.
Okay, I guess my semi-rant is over. I’m just so tired and don’t want to burden anyone with my feelings.