It is late at night and I've just returned from drinking two glasses of wine at a friend's house. I had many ideas for a post earlier tonight, but none of them can be written in under 15 minutes with the amount of mental capacity I have remaining.
It was a good day. I slept in a bit; did important life maintenance tasks like dishes and laundry; purged a few cupboards in the kitchen; went to dinner and a play with my nieces; and then ended my day with friends. I totally did not follow through on my plan to finish minimalizing the kitchen, but sometimes when a friend texts you with a photo of the bottle she is about to open, the right thing to do is leave the overflowing cupboard of Tupperware for tomorrow.
It is not always a linear process, but I feel as if I'm starting to settle into the next phase of my life. Freed from the need to accommodate someone else, I am figuring out what I most want to do, and I am doing it. And it feels right.