I like invoicing. I also like staying alive.There's this thing that happens when I get emotional and introverted and slightly burned out with the idea of existing...
I need time to acclimate.Dishes do not hand wash themselves, nor do bathtubs self-unclog. Clothes won't hang themselves up and sheets don't auto-refresh. If only there was an automatic backup for bed-making but anyways... There's something more important here. Much more important than just cleaning the internals of the home.
The soul needs time to be a soul.
I used to feel guilty for enjoying time spent alone with me.
I judged myself for enjoying the company of imagination and silence. The same silence and beauty I soaked in as a child.
I think back to the extreme isolation ... and am thankful for it.
Happy afternoons spent in my clothes closet adventuring the lives of Mr. Lion and Mrs. Cat with their twin kittens, one wild / one tame.
My heart ached for Honey Bear sent away to her imposing aunt.
My dreams danced with my colorful little ponies who feasted upon red daisy petals in the backyard and pranced upon imagined clouds.
The violets sheltered under the auspicious pines.
The young ash tree outside my window - which watched me grow up and held me in its arms when it was time to go.
I need those adventures now just as much as I needed them then.
And now ... self-judgement. Funny that?