Last week was officially dubbed Rest Week. Why? Because all I really accomplished last week involved resting and indulging. And I must confess it was as glorious as advertised.
I slept in.
I ate all of the junk food I could get my hands on.
Chips, Chicken Wings, Pizza, Candy - I ate it all and it was delicious.
I drank wine.
Maybe a little too much wine on Friday night.
I spent time at home snuggling and laughing with my hubby.
I took Clark on long walks through the trails.
We visited with friends.
I got a manicure.
I started my Christmas shopping.
I drank Starbucks - the good stuff - you know the sugary-filled festive stuff that comes in a red cup.
I read for pleasure - not just for school.
I had time to catch up on the joys of reality TV.
I watched all the updates on the current Rob Ford Scandal.
I had time to read the paper in the morning.
Really, I just took some time for me.
It was perfect.
And today, as I slowly get back into my normal routine, I feel restored. Restored in a way that I have not felt in...months. Maybe if I am being honest, even years.
So much has happened over the past 2 years. And I have been struggling just to stay afloat. I have been crawling, kicking, screaming, to get through it all. I have be fighting tooth and nail to be stronger than all of it. But crossing the finishing line of my Marathon, was as cathartic as I knew it would be. For me it signaled the end of the battle. Suddenly, just like that, a huge weight had been lifted. It is a feeling that I cannot adequately explain. But all of the pressure, all of the stress, all of the sadness - it was gone. And I started this week with a calmness and sense of peace that I have long been searching for.
Restored. Rested. Balanced. And Hopeful for the first time in a long time.
Love Your Favourite Darwinian Fail,