ok, ok, ok....so I can't write 100 words a day, but I'd like to. Life has a way of crowding in, kids have demands, even my dog looks at me needing something. I can only give so much, and then I need to retreat to my "cocoon" and recharge. Sometimes, that cocoon is on a tennis court, and sometimes its just wandering around the mall with nothing particular in mind. When my kids were babies, I would go to the grocery store late at night when they were asleep and Bruce was home to watch them and push that cart up and down the aisles. It brought great peace to me.
When things are really stressed to the ultimate breaking point, I will announce to my family "I am going into my room...don't anybody bug me" I lay in my bed, with pillows on my head, and chill. And then, when I was ready to face the human race again, I would throw off my protective cocoon layer by layer and face life again. Refreshed. Restored and Ready.
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