I just read a post from an acquaintance on Facebook, where she wrote about quality time with her grandchildren. That struck right home with me. Not in a grandparent/parent/child-sense, though. No, rather as in – how about I start spending some quality time with myself?
The first thought that came up was that I’d like to have someone to spend quality time with. Family, to be quite honest. A partner.
And then it struck me.
I do have someone to spend quality time with, aside from, of course, Molly and Boyo.
Myself.
And what I mean by quality time is largely to do things with and for myself.
Like; cleaning. Like; studying. Like; making my life cosy. Like; enjoying myself. Like; creating. And so on…
Having gone through this whole experience with breast cancer, surgery, chemo therapy and radiation, really has done a number on me. While the experience itself was horrible in every sense possible, the outcome of it is – amazing.
I feel like I’ve been put out of sync, to then be put back just where I’m supposed to be. For some reason, I have taken up interests that’s been latent my entire life – but all of a sudden, have a reason to be activated (am mainly thinking of natural hair care to grow my hair back).
As weird as it sounds, I admit feeling a lot of gratitude for the levels of understanding and knowledge I have achieved through this unpleasant adventure.
I am beginning to form a plan for how to live. I just need to remember not to let go of that plan.
