The last thing I truly got excited for was the weekend. That started last night as I left work, a bit early even… left early because businesses are so slow, ours is no different.  The traffic on the roads for Friday night was not the same busy as it usually is, the highways are emptier as well, fewer travelers. 

Why am I excited for the weekend?

I’m excited because I can be here, at home… sloughing off the heaviness and insanity of the world. My mind does not have to engage in niceties and I don’t have to feel the negative, fearful, and sad energy that I feel when I’m around people. Now it’s not all bad, I have good energy from some people. But the stagnant economy that’s growing, the financial drain that is becoming apparent on businesses is now trickling down to employees. The fear of what is next, what is like a weight in my stomach and I don’t know what is ahead, but I feel a deep and growing sense of dread…

So I’m excited to have time, time behind my gates, on my Swampy Bottom Acres to watch the birds, the lizards, the squirrels, to listen to the frogs and bugs… to slough off the weight of the world, have breakfast with my dogs. To reflect on the porch here and to believe that something good is going to happen even though the dread I feel nags so deeply inside… I’m excited to have me time…