Lazy Days

Oh today has been one of those unproductive days. And not in a good way. I only like those days where you feel laziness has been earned because either: a) you've been busting your tail at work or school or both and you NEED a moment to kick back and relax or your brain might explode or implode or whatnot, or b) you've been through a traumatic experience and need a day to take a breath...meaning someone died and/or other such drama.

It has me thinking about that time I up and moved to Virginia. I was twenty-four. Hard to believe it's been that long, but anyway, there I was, twenty-four. And completely a mama's girl. The day my parents left my apartment I cried something fierce. I remember going up to my room and then pulling the blinds back so that I could see my dad's truck pull off down the road. I sobbed as I watched them leaving. But I told myself that I could cry my eyes out all I wanted to...and then once the day was over, the crying was done, and it was time to get to work.

The next day, I got up and started my job search. I got busy looking for something to do with my life. I stopped crying. And I didn't cry for over a month. I admit to having one total melt down after that month...mostly because I still didn't have a job and was worried about paying bills, and I did not want to go home. I did, of course, find a job. My life went forward, as I expect it will now.

The only difference. I think I'm letting myself wallow a bit too much in my grief over leaving Texas. I'm letting it be an excuse for not even getting out of my pjs...sort of pathetic, really. Life goes on. And either I'm going with it...or I'm going with it. That is the way life works. So lazy days be damned. I'm over you!