The Secret of the Sun-Spot Zen

Some days, I sit and wonder: what exactly am I missing? Why does today feel calm and relaxed, while others are a frantic rush backed up with mountains of work, impossible schedules, laundry peaks, and a complete lack of dinner ideas? I’ve checked, and even Google doesn’t have the answer to that one.

I think, personally, it depends on my mood. Some days I care a little more than others; some days I worry a little more. There are times I don’t mind the chaos and the explosions happening right beside me, and other times I just keep my head down and push through it all.

So, when you ask me, “How are you?”, I never really have complaints. I’m just dealing with the household madness in my own little creative way. Of course, that “way” occasionally involves contemplating running away to a deserted house far away in the mountains—preferably one with plenty of heat and warmth.

It’s no secret that I don’t like the cold winter months, and they have been creeping in more and more every day. We missed autumn entirely this year and jumped straight into the deep end. Although the temperatures are technically still bearable, the wind is icy and leaves your bones chilled from the inside out. Some days, I feel like I can never truly find the heat or warm up.

Even my husband, who usually hates the warm weather and lives for the winter, said this morning, “It’s a bit chilly.” Mmmm. I thought you preferred the cold? If the winter-lover is feeling the bite, what hope is there for the rest of us?

Have you noticed how some days just disappear into thin air? This whole week has been a ghost. Tomorrow is already Friday, and I feel like I haven’t done much, even though I know I have. Yes, I worked; yes, I cooked; yes, I cleaned—but it’s all just a blur.

And don’t even get me started on May! Where did the whole month go? We are hurtling toward the middle of the year at a speed that feels slightly illegal.

So, while I sit here sipping on my hot chocolate and finishing up my tasks for the day, I’m thinking the perfect solution to all problems is to just let it go. Even if, on the inside, I am squirming at the sight of an unfinished “potato list,” I have to choose peace.

I do have to wonder: where can I order a box full of those new robots? Can they help with the chores while I enjoy my coffee—warm, for once—somewhere in a sun-spot? That is the dream. A little mechanical help to manage the laundry mountain while I focus on being a Fruitloop.

And please, if the universe is listening, let our Wi-Fi connection stay on for this weekend! I am officially done with the digital disappearing act. It seems like every weekend we are left with no internet. At least we have electricity (knock on wood). Maybe I should just appreciate the positives and embrace my enemy: the “No Wi-Fi” zone.

It’s forced meditation, right?

I will try again next week. But tonight, I’m sticking with the hot chocolate and the sun-spots tomorrow.