I skipped church tonight, just for the sheer pleasure of being alone at home. I adore my family, but one hazzard of having a family is the need to leave home in order to be alone. I did that last night, slipping out for a late-night movie by myself, taking myself on a date. And that can be lovely in it's own right, but it's not as nice as being HOME. There is a certain art to cooking for one, and joy in pouring a glass of wine and turning up the volume on NPR's Thistle and Shamrock. I often get overwhelmed by the clutter in my house, but I unabashedly love my little home, and while I can go stir crazy sometimes, I do love being here.
There. I did it. Just one paragraph. I've been wanting to get back to blogging for months, but it feels SO daunting to start after so much time has passed. The Critic (in my head) tells me that I should have something Important to say, if I'm going to start again, or that I have to some how reflect elloquently on the last 8 months of silence. I was thinking I would blog tonight, but before openning up my own, I happened upon a favorite of mine, penned by the wise and wild Christina Rosalie over at My Topography. And she just started a challenge on Friday--30 posts for 30 days, just ONE paragraph a day! Now that is something I can manage. So here I am! Off to a great start. Sometimes we just need to play tricks on our own minds--give ourselves permission. I got mine. Where are you giving yourself permission today?