Freedom

Freedom!

I walk into freedom in PJ bottoms and a tank top, hair up, eyes blood shot, the worst of this quarter over or so I thought.

Freedom!

First days, even week, I taste the sweet lemonade glide gracefully down my throat, time for homemade meals, time to chat, time to yield to the beauty in this life.

Freedom!

Second week, still smiling, all the while friends and family get busy, no worries, me-time, free-time, sleep, eat, read, play-time.

Freedom!

Cute clothes in the laundry, dishes piled, suddenly I see the 100 emails trapped in my computer screen, perhaps with my time I should knock out some responsibilities.

Freedom!

End of week two, all the chores are done, emails sent, work not started yet, I start to see my dreams pass by and I regret my choice to sit and watch Netflix all day because I don’t know why.

Freedom!

And then some, I am an adult now, the only one who can dictate my time now, I can’t decide if I like that or not, there’s so much to do, how do I start off?