Feelings, nothing more than feelings.

Sunday nights are all mine. With kids exhausted from a busy day and a husband tired from early meetings, I tend to come alive at night all alone. I generally update the blog. I have so much time for my own thoughts on Sunday nights. I have lots of time for deep introspection, re-dedication, longings and sadness, but mostly feelings of what is most important to me, who I really am and trying to figure out how I can be more true to those feelings.

One of my sisters once said the best time for her to clean her house was at night when all her kids were asleep.  I can completely understand that. Staying up late on Sunday nights leads to the kind of clarity that can be hard for me to find at other times. Maybe because my husband is safe in bed?  More than likely.