these cozy weekend mornings though

These cozy weekend mornings when nothing is on our list (that we can remember) because we’re so in the present moment with each other are - by far - my favorite parts of the entire week.

Since November, I’ve been weekending HARD. ....and not “hard” in the sense that I’m going out every Saturday and Sunday (ugh...COVID...we can’t) or drinking and rallying to all hours of the night. On the contrary: I’m focused 110% on my body, my home, and my people. Like, HARD.

Therefore, once Monday comes, I don’t know which end is up! “Oh yeah,” I think, “I have a job!” That’s literally how it feels every Monday.

I attribute these cozy weekend mornings being fully present to so many things. One being this school year’s partnership with Eleana. I’m so grateful that I finally have a co-teacher that gives just as much to the job as I do...that gives me the space and the freedom to have real weekends. What a blessing that has been this year!

Another thing is all my therapy from two years ago. It has helped me see when my OCD tries to get in the way of being idle and relaxed, when it tries to ambush and sabatoge my still moments. I’ve learned to enjoy these cozy weekends and be present in them even when my amygdala sends me false alarm signals. My gatekeeper now knows how to choose my life’s agenda over reacting to these signals. I wish I could “show the way” to so many members of my family.

Lastly, Tom. Tom and our cat crew of two. They make it so easy to breathe. They make it so easy to choose rest with them. They are my solace. They are my peace and joy and what Christmas to me is all about. Throw in a sea of blankets on our life-raft of a couch, and we are making it. We’re making it through together. So thankful.