Hmm...

Its time for one of those hmm...moments. I know I was fairly happy when I wrote my last post and felt all nice about going domestic. I cooked everyday, cleaned, and all that jazz. I no longer enjoy it. Not because I'm not actually a domestic person, but because I need to have other stuff to do. And I do not. I sleep in late, do not wake up in time to see my husband go to work, who has been super nice and supportive about this, I admit. I wake up, spend some time online, talk to some friends, be cheerful, catch some movies, long for the noise and chaos of a known crowd, known city, known surroundings, and eat something, figure out what next until 5 PM when, finally, my husband comes home, and we go driving or when we talk. I talk, he listens and holds and tells me how good I'm and how proud he is of me. Sigh.

I know this shall pass, and it is just a phase, and I also know that I knew this was going to happen for a short while if not forever, well, hopefully. But, really. I feel this is going to go on forever. I have lost confidence in my abilities, in my sense of ambition, in myself, in many ways.
Well, I will just have to stick on and go on until I figure out what I want to do, I guess.
Peace. Amen.