It may sound weird, but I get nostalgic for the beginning of the pandemic where there was nothing but time alone. Time to learn how to make pasta or sushi, time to clean my fridge and vacuum my car, time to binge watch the entire Twilight series.
Lately, I’ve gotten so busy again. In a way, I’m happy to see people out and about and happy again. I’m happy to be experiencing things again.
In the last month, we made plans for every single weekend. This last weekend we were in Kentucky, the weekend before down the shore, then we had a birthday party, our trip to New England, etc. etc. And all of it has been loads of fun, I truly missed traveling and it brings me so much joy. But between work and scheduling fun, it’s hard to find time to do the day-to-day chores that actually make a difference in your life.
The laundry piles up, there has been no vacuuming or dusting, and I don’t even have time for my usual crafty projects that I like to do. I hate having to choose between fun and just having a clean house!
I miss having downtime without feeling guilty for having downtime.