So it has been seven and half weeks since I got married and seven weeks since I came back from India.
I still haven't fully completed much of anything. I "unpacked" my luggage by creating small piles of souvenirs and gifts that need to be shipped out, mithai in the fridge- still uneaten, fancy clothes and fancy shoes that still need a closet, bangles and costume jewelry that still need drawers and wedding gifts that still need thank you notes.
My house is a living, breathing, to-do list. A list that my brain, for some reason, wants nothing to do with. And in the process, my heart just ends up feeling overwhelmed to the point of sadness.
I find refuge in my husband- in his cooking eggplant parmigiana when he knows I'm going to be late coming home from work, in his cleaning the snow off of my car during every single storm so I won't be late getting to work, in his "wife-proofing" the house with extra security features, and in his arms that never stop holding me.
But sometimes, that's not even enough and I'm feeling like a shell of myself. It's time to put that abstract to-do list into real terms and start crossing things off.... one thing at a time.
I still haven't fully completed much of anything. I "unpacked" my luggage by creating small piles of souvenirs and gifts that need to be shipped out, mithai in the fridge- still uneaten, fancy clothes and fancy shoes that still need a closet, bangles and costume jewelry that still need drawers and wedding gifts that still need thank you notes.
My house is a living, breathing, to-do list. A list that my brain, for some reason, wants nothing to do with. And in the process, my heart just ends up feeling overwhelmed to the point of sadness.
I find refuge in my husband- in his cooking eggplant parmigiana when he knows I'm going to be late coming home from work, in his cleaning the snow off of my car during every single storm so I won't be late getting to work, in his "wife-proofing" the house with extra security features, and in his arms that never stop holding me.
But sometimes, that's not even enough and I'm feeling like a shell of myself. It's time to put that abstract to-do list into real terms and start crossing things off.... one thing at a time.
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