bed

Today I came home from work to discover that I had time to do everything on a long list begging to be done, and yet I would rather lay in bed and cuddle with the dogs and be entirely unproductive. But today, after work, despite being deeply committed to going for a run and doing some writing on a new project, despite having plenty of energy, despite having tons of daylight left, I found myself laying in bed and simply relishing being horizontal, not binging on netflix, not having the computer on my lap, just listening to the birds out the window and feeling the pups curled up at my feet (and hogging the space down there rather thoroughly). There will be time soon, once school ramps up again, when I will not have the luxury of this time. And I want to be able to drop the expectations I have of myself and just enjoy these moments of repose fully, without guilt, without regret.

Through so many dark periods, bed has been a refuge but also, for me, a symbol of not being able to face the world. Today, it is a place to enjoy a lazy evening without those dark clouds, and I am thankful for it. Sometimes it really is the simple things.