Papasan Chair

I am thoroughly loving my new papasan chair. It's one of those things I wanted for a long time, perhaps should have gotten somewhere in college as it sort of resembles a bean bag chair and probably doesn't fit the aesthetic environment of a grown-up. Nonetheless, I bought it and I love it!

Sitting here in my office looking out at what has to be a generous love gift from God, I am reminded that the tears from last night are not any less significant, just a little more removed this afternoon. Kerry and I were reflecting on our relationship wondering just what we are doing and where we need to go from here. We need an emotional break, I think, and he agrees. I am not entirely sure what that means, practically. I am liking the freedom that comes with no labels, though. We jumped so quickly into being quasi-engaged that we didn't have the chance to simply be. So we are now.

Anyway, I digress. The peaks of our mountains are shrouded this afternoon in a cotton candy clump of clouds. It's as if we all are in a funk and the mountains are sympathetically in agreement. I like that. The worst thing is when the weather outside mocks the inner turmoil by being all sunny when you just want to curl up in your bed for another couple of hours. Adds insult to injury, as they say. I like the parallelism this cloudy day offers my bruised heart.

There is so much to do and so little motivation to get anything done. I just want to cocoon here in my cozy papasan chair and watch the clouds. Maybe I'll make some juice or get some popcorn. Whatever it takes to make this my day...I'll do it for me.