The past two days I've had massive time alone. My daughter is away, my sons are busy. Tonight everyone is gone and I'm the sole occupant of the house, along with our dog.
I realize almost everything I do is based on someone else's approval. My life is waiting for gold stars. I think this is my new stuckishness.. something to let go, some way new to grow.
The good thing is I got to spend some downtime with the boys.. no big talks, no Mommishness.. just hanging out and enjoying their company will watching the Olympics.
I do walk around the house, saying goodbye to it.. and then imagine what my new abode will be like, just a little scared.
