It's 8:15 on Saturday night. The parents are out of town for the weekend. I could have invited over all my friends and all of their friends, too, and had a raucous party with no fear of disturbing anyone. I could have invited over my favorite friends and enjoyed an intimate night of talk and laughter and yummy food. Instead, I'm sitting in my bed, all ready for sleep. My teeth are brushed, my face washed, my dirty clothes from the day in the laundry room and the dirty dishes loaded carefully in the dishwasher.
My intentions? I will read a little from my current book (The Grapes of Wrath—I'm so in love with the writing I almost don't know what's happening) and then snuggle up in bed and go to sleep. Judging from the size and frequency of my yawns, I'll be sleeping long before most everybody else even begins to think of ending the night.
This is one of my truths. I'm happiest when I have some space at night to get ready for bed leisurely and to spend some time writing and reading before falling softly in to sleep sometime between 9:30 and 10:30. Things just go better.
So tonight, while I have seemingly endless space to myself, I will hoard it jealously, sharing with no one. Tomorrow will be a better day for it.
That sounds so beautiful and peaceful! And although I would much have preferred an intimate night of talk and laughter and yummy food out of those options, your choice sounds perfect for you.
ReplyDeleteI love "I'm so in love with the writing I almost don't know what's happening." How perfectly expressed!