As my lovely boyfriend says, I am currently on “sabbatical”. It is the first time in my life that I have not had to be somewhere at a certain time nearly every day of the week, and I absolutely love it. Do I sit around and watch television? NO. Instead, I have learned stuff, worked on various art and freelance projects, read two books, and taken time to breathe.
Today I sit here, in my delightful bedroom, enjoying the color of the light. Outside feels like a spring day in January (terrifying, truly, but still pleasant to the senses). It poured a while ago, then the sun came out for a few minutes, and now a darkness has descended. Inside I have Christmas lights and a small desk lamp that illuminate the room with a soft white light. Somehow the lighting, like the day itself, is both ominous and hopeful, terrifying but comfortable. I love it.