I love rainy days. I love that you can sit and listen to the rain falling while you’re warm and safe indoors. You just let your mind wander and think about anything you want to.
I love my black cat. I have many other pets and I love them all very much but from the time I was a child, I always wanted a black cat and every opportunity there was too have one, I took it. It makes me feel like a which. Silly, right? But it does. It makes me feel like this reality isn’t really all that there is. There is magic and there are good witches and there are beautiful black cats as companions. My black cat follows me everywhere around the house. He’ll come if I call him, and we can communicate on a quiet level and one in which I speak to him and he’ll either reply or comply. He’s getting older now and I know that he won’t love forever. But I do know that when he’s gone, when I am ready, I will get a new black cat. I plan to continue to have one in my life always. They’re like little panthers. Silent, mysterious, gorgeous, smart, and very good friends.
I’m not a very tidy person. I know that I love being in neat and clean places but my places tend to be a bit on the messy side. I clean them but they get messy again. I’m a creative sort. My mind is always thinking and dreaming and when something pops into my head, I jump into it leaving my last project right where I left it. I know there everything is but everything is not in it’s place. Some call it organized chaos. I really don’t care what it’s called. I’ve stopped apologizing to myself and anyone else for it. I’ll clean when I’m inspired to and until then, leave well enough alone.
It took me a long time to love myself this much and to embrace the things that make up who I am. I can look in the mirror and love my reflection even if I notice things that can be improved but I’m still very happy with what I see staring back. I believe my husband now when he tells me I’m pretty. I stopped questioning why anyone would be attracted to me. I know now that I’m a pretty great person and make mistakes and I’m not perfect but I don’t have to be.
I love sleeping in on weekends. I do it a little during the week too but I often become late for work so it’s not a good idea. Oh but on a Saturday or Sunday morning…I love it. Once the animals have been fed and taken care of, it’s right back to bed and under those warm blankets. On days when it’s cold in the house, my black cat will opt to slip under the covers with me. My other cat won’t. She doesn’t like it under the blankets but my black cat will sleep there for hours with me. Those quiet mornings in the comfort and the warmth… That’s the best! After a while I’m no longer sleeping. I’m usually on my phone seeing what’s going on everywhere from Instagram to Twitter, Tumblr, Pinterest, and Weheartit. But I don’t have to be sleeping to enjoy being in bed a while longer.
Sometimes I use my weekends to get stuff done. Shopping or cleaning up a little around the house…
I like to let the entire weekend be about nothing at all.