A week has passed. I accomplished my Nanowrimo goal, writing 50.000 words. All week I have been planning to edit what I wrote, and see if there could possibly be a novel somewhere in there. But I have mainly been resting on my literary laurels and addicting myself to bejeweled blitz.
I promised myself to go look for a new skirt as a reward for the Nano accomplishment. I mistakenly thought that would make me happy. The last time I bought something new must have been when I bought my red sandals, after weeks of deliberation, just before I finally gave in to winter and stopped wearing sandals. I found out again, that yes, I love to have something new, but I hate looking for it. Needless to say, I didn’t find a skirt or anything else.
It would have been better to promise myself something simple, like a walk in nature somewhere. I did that anyway, in the botanical garden in Mount Scopus. I was amazed again at how instantly happy even a walk of 10 minutes in some place with trees and plants makes me.
Meanwhile, it is Friday. Shabbat is coming. Too late, I suddenly knew what I really wanted to do today: see some flowers. But my house is calling me badly, my husband is working terribly hard and I have to rise to the occasion. Cooking, cleaning and laundry: here I come!