Inside Gigi's World

I know. I know. I didn’t post at all last week. I probably feel more guilty about it than I should. I bet no one even noticed that I didn’t write anything but on Wednesdays I write and last week I made a conscious choice to not write at all.

If I am being honest, I almost didn’t write today either. However, I am a creature of habits and patterns and rituals and to not write a second week in a row, well, I thought that might be my unraveling.

So alas, this will be a short post only to let my (few) dedicated followers know that I chose rest these past few Wednesdays. Not because I am ill or because I am depressed or struggling. It is not because the creative glitter that pumps itself through my veins has run dry.

It is simply self preservation.

I am resting and mentally preparing for my start of the school year, which begins in a few short weeks. I am resting now because I know for the next fourteen weeks—at least when I go back—there will be no time for rest, nor time for self. Late nights will be spent writing papers that I will re-write countless times because no. matter how good I think they may be, there will always be room for improvement. Free-time will be nonexistent, every single moment will be filled with reading assignments and classes. In fact, most days I will not even be able to have enough calm in my life to do one single task at time, everything will be doubled up. I will fold clothes while turning the page of the book I am reading. I will write papers while I sit at work in between clients and I will be doing homework while my students work quietly on theirs. My children will have to turn into the (semi) responsible teenagers that I know they can be while my husband will put away the laundry and make me a plate for dinner that I will eat when I get home even though it is cold. They will watch me turn into a zombie while I walk around in a semi-high-functioning daze.

So these past few weeks I have decided to watch trashy television shows. I have decided to read books (for fun) and go to concerts. I’ve tie-dyed and ate doughnuts for breakfasts, lunches, dinners and snacks—the chocolate frosted kind with the sprinkles. I’ve listened to vinyl. I’ve gone to my photo group. I’ve traveled—even though it wasn’t far from home. I’ve been to new places and I’ve slept. I have slept every single time I felt tired (which was a lot since I laid off of the adderall the summer). I’ve healed myself as much as I mentally could to prepare myself for the next few months because I know before these next few months are over, I am going to feel like I am losing my mind all over again.