Free Therapy...
Some folks like to get away,
Take holiday from the neighborhood.
Hop a flight to Miami Beach or to Hollywood,
But ...
I wanna stay home, by-yi-yah myself
I’m in a Me Time state of mind......
It’s about that time for Papa Bear and Baby Bear to take that annual trip home without me. I call it annual even though they have only gone twice without me. Now I look forward to it and expect it. It’s a break I so badly need in order to regroup. Pieces of me are scattered here and there that need to be gathered in order to put me back together again.
Two years ago, Mother’s Day weekend, my husband and son left for ten days without me. I can tell you that was the best present I could have ever received. I started writing again. The following poem was shared as my very first blog post, and written the evening they were supposed to come home but had missed their flight:
"Refreshed"
I got me a tune up.
It wasn’t free
It cost me my spare change
but I spent it on me
I had time to myself
to do as I pleased
I ate want I wanted
slept ‘til I wanted
cause I didn’t have to meet
nobody’s needs
Don’t get me wrong
cause I love my family
A woman just needs time on her own
to just look in the mirror
and love who she sees
My engine’s running fine now
Cause I was running on HOT
Mentally exhausted from cooking and cleaning
you know
A homemaker I am not
I hope for a while that I can keep this feeling
even staying energetic
from all with what I’m dealing
My wish for women everywhere
is to get a tune-up
So that all in her life
is more than
just fair..
Life, like the sun
can beat you down
have you running on hot
Thinking ‘bout not who you are
but all that you’re not
Women everywhere
Turn a dream to reality
Believing there are endless possibilities
of
Wherever or whomever
YOU want to be
Believe in yourself
Believing is free
I believe
I am all that I thought I was
and know
There is more of me to be
Let us allow God’s sun
to refresh our soul
‘til we believe as we should
We are whole
God is good
and
Life is grand
My tune-ups got me so I can bend without a flinch
Doing my chores now
seems like a cinch
Listening to my music
dancing my way through the kitchen
Now thinking ‘bout my family
My family
who I’m missing
I drank the fine wine
Dined on my dime
In my own space
In my own time
Here's the thing... I feel like I've had a session from reading that again. What's your free therapy?
Opening lyrics from Billy Joel's New York State of Mind