Last night after the PTA meeting, where I feel like I'm at my first high school, I came home, kissed the kids, put them in bed to read, got in bed, watched 15 minutes of the director's cut of eat pray love and promptly fell asleep. It was 8:30.
I slept until 5:00. 8.5 hours. Beautiful.
Just motoring along - it's constant work to stay present. Progress. I still have fantasies of throwing it all in and living a vagabond lifestyle. There's still time, and I have debts to repay. After that I can reconsider.
I never underestimate the power of a good sleep. I feel all kinds of hopeful right now.