Life feels a bit empty this week. My joy falls a little bit flat. My motivation is a bit lacking. My routines seem a bit too routine and not as comfortable as they had been. My sleep has been quite fitful with hours that I lay awake (quite a contrast from this past weekend's restful, uninterrupted sleep). And even as I dig into a good case at work, it's hard to hold onto its meaningfulness.
It's not a bad week though. I really enjoyed the African Rhythms class on Monday. Last night's choir practice was uplifting and energizing. Soon, I'm going to head out into this beautiful weather for an evening at the art museum with a friend and maybe dinner on the way, if I can decide what I want. Work is quiet with spring break but I have an interesting case to work on. Tomorrow I'm supposed to go out to lunch with a friend. And I've been doing some travel planning for next year - booking tours, setting my budget, etc. - the dreaming part of travel which I love.
So what's leaving me feeling empty, like something is missing?
I'm still waiting for Atlanta. I suppose that is weighing on me.
The bucket list trip I was suppose be on this week pops into my head from time to time.
I've been a bit frustrated about how most of my married friends have such busy lives they can't commit to much and often cancel even when they do say yes. I could probably use some more single friends. I wish I had one or two that were available to talk more, who would proactively check in on me sometimes.
And I wonder what the effect of the empty apartment on the first floor is. I still don't think I'm very good at interpreting the way my nervous system responds despite the fact that I'm much more aware than ever before. My gut tells me that it is affecting me more than I want to admit.
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