Moving through "The Sadness"

So far, the time in the new apartment has been good for me.  My spirit has been renewed and I have, for the most part, gotten out of my rut.

But today is different.

I feel the sadness knocking at the door. 

As sun-drenched as my apartment is, today feels like a more internal day.  It is on a day like this that I am grateful for the playroom and the non-tiny apartment.

I am grateful not to be living in a cave anymore, so it doesn't seem as bad.

It might be exhaustion - literally... I have been working so hard on the new apartment that there are days I barely sit down (not to mention our last chair is on the verge of breaking).  

I actually have a good time just moving about the house, baking, cooking,  cleaning, playing with the kids and doing a decent amount of daydreaming.

The sadness creeps in when I feel as if I need to be doing it all, and let's face it - I live in New York and the moms who look like they do it all are everywhere, so it is nice to remember that you don't.

This article made a coincidental appearance on my Twitter feed as I was writing this, so it felt right to share.

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So I'm going to take a little break today... less obligatory housewife and more meditator, more relaxed ... me.