My daughter is going to Europe on Sunday afternoon. She’s never flown on a plane, and never been away from home for any length of time before. While I have worries about her, I also have worries about me. What will I do while she’s gone? Who will I have philosophical conversations with? What will I do with myself?
She’s a grown, adult woman who has been going to college on-line for the past few years, it’s not like she’s a little girl…still, the whole thing is a first for the both of us. I know that she’ll have a great time, and come back glad that she went. But I still have the question in my head, What will I do?
I’ve been spending this week writing down all the things that I could/should do while she’s gone. The top of my list? Yanking everything out of my closet so that I can go through it and hopefully throw a lot of it away. I know that I’ve got to keep myself busy; but I still have so much that I want to get done that I haven’t done this summer. I’m looking at this time as a chance to stop procrastinating and actually finish a lot of things on my list.
So, really, it’s a choice. I can sit around feeling miserable and missing her, or I can actually get some things accomplished. I choose accomplishments!