Taking Time For Myself

Another week has gone by already. I realize that I spent most of last weekend cooped up in the house, rejuvenating my spirit. I had commitments, spent some time with my friends, at church and ran several errands. But the rest of the time, I dedicated to me. Yes — me! Can you believe it?

I rearranged furniture, placing items where I deemed fit, not based on anyone else's standard. Glancing through the house, I was satisfied with my work. Each room oozes a reflection of me and what I want in my life.

I did miss my children, but continued on my personal quest. It rained for much of the weekend. Rain can be so gloomy at times, but every time I looked out the window, I just kept thinking of the rainbow at the end of a storm or the fresh flower that blooms from the precious raindrops.

I realized over the weekend that there are so many things I need to start over. I never put myself first in my life or my marriage. I always put my ex's priorities in life above my own. I need to make amends with my priorities and allow them room to grow.

I decided to go outside to do some gardening. It wasn't hot, and I felt good working with my hands, watching the flowers nourished by the moisture. I soon started to feel energized — quenched by the water like a child playing in the puddles. Had I not known better, I would have stripped down, laid in the grass and let myself soak up the rain.