And I like it. It's totally okay with me.
It probably won't be so cool once my royals are home from their far, far away adventure. But I'm not fighting it.
I've gotten some writing done, less reading than I wanted to get done, and lots of time with my Court Jester.
Once upon a time, I would have loved to paint the town purple (yes, I prefer purple, thank you) and see my house only in time to sleep. (Oh yes, I've done a lot of that, too!)
At first, I was a little panicked. I thought about my youth flying right out the window without me, laughing as she hopped on the back of a Harley and threw caution to the wind.
And then, I realized that my youth comes back to me in the oddest moments, and they're the ones that are appreciated the most. Like my crazy obsession with silly bands. Yes...silly, crazy, shaped plastic type bracelet things. Holy cow, I don't know why or how, but I'm totally into it. I even trade with kids I see at the gas station. Not my kids. Yeah, I'm a little weird.
My youth skips through my memory as I write new stories and situations for her to get tangled in; and make me appreciate the *wisdom of age. *Ahem* Kind of.
And so, I'm striving to find the balance between cave dweller and socialite. So far, Truthfully, Cave Dweller is working just fine.
What's your truth?