I’m in the big city going from a gathering of 12 Women, to a top secret meeting that I can’t talk about, except for saying that. I’m here until Tuesday night and for all of that time in between I’ll be holed up in my great escape, high up in the sky.
Featuring panoramic views of this great city that I used to ramble around in on the daily. Featuring DEAD SILENCE. A rarity, obviously in my luxe life of toddler, baby and all of that which rearing, nurturing and growing a family entails.
It’s a place I am welcome to come to, at a moments notice, doors opened wide to be met with refuge and a brief foray into child-less single-dom. A home that is opened up to me, as a gift; my personal writer’s retreat. I suppose in a way, this is my humble attempt at thanking my good friend for handing me over her home, to use as my office, whenever I come calling.
It’s in these moments, every single time I am here – I feel a guilty pleasure creep in, mixed with emotions of missing my babies and my man; yet gobbling up every second of uninterrupted work time. There is time for relection. Time for reading. I took a long bath this morning. I pranced around, brushing my bare feet against the smooth bamboo and relished in the luxury of it all.
Why does it feel like I’m doing something that I shouldn’t be allowed to have anymore? Time to myself that is. It’s good for me, emotionally, mentally and professionally. It’s something I do about once a month and i’m not ashamed to admit it anymore.
I leave may partner with the kids for a couple of days and I re-group, I tackle lists and I get shit done.
This sanctuary I have been blessed with is a precious thing, that no white lie can make pretty to those who might judge. Sometimes it’s all I can to to hold tightly on to myself, because things can get slippery as hell. When I do things like this for myself, I am better equipped to hold onto my children, for they are truly the most precious things.
(((Written With Many Thanks To My Bohemian Goddess In The Sky)))