Slow and Lovely

Life at home is slow and lovely. I woke up to a cookie from the batch I made yesterday. The sky is gray today, and everything seems to be sleeping. I have been feeling depressed, so I took a nap. Then I had lunch

Now I’m cleaning, painting, and doing photography. I need to put in a grocery order to make some dishes I printed recipes for. I’m hoping the family will enjoy some new foods. I have to order from two stores to get everything I need.

I love not being in a hurry. I adore these patient hours of peace. Struggling with Bipolar Disorder is, well, a struggle. But life at home lets me rest, which I desperately need. I love my little cottage in this wild, angry city. It’s an island of shelter in a torrent of rage.

Currently I need to recommit to my diet. My doctor pulled me off a medicine that helps me not eat, and now I’m on a couple of others that make me really hungry. Turning off my hunger is so difficult. My husband, for his part, puts no pressure on me. He likes me fluffy. But he deserves arm candy, and I’m determined to be that. I have come so far. I don’t want to slide back. Today I am skipping dinner. Lunch will be my last food of the day.

I miss having my daughter at home all day, but it’s easier to rest with an empty house. I just have to take care of the dogs and clean and cook as I can. Homemaking is a full time job, but it’s flexible and that flexibility is good for me.