Yesterday I wrote about the empty spaces of time in my life, times in which I sometimes feel uncomfortable in because I haven’t always a concrete plan of what I should be doing.
I was thinking since I wrote this post that during these empty spaces I am alone with myself…giving me more time to ruminate about how I could better myself. Maybe these empty spaces of time give me trouble because I still have yet to be at peace with who I really am. But I know there are ways I can improve…why don’t I just go to what I need to do…instead of hating myself for not doing it(I’m talking about exercise here).
Next year at this time I’ll be making dinner for 3 instead of 4, since my daughter will be away at college. I often think about how life will be different. Life will be a little bit less busy. What will I do with those empty spaces next year? And what will my husband and I do after the youngest one graduates? There I go worrying about years into the future when I just should figure out a plan for today.
What do I do to make myself comfortable with me? Perhaps that sounds strange. Thanks for reading my semi-coherent ramblings.