And rain. Rain. All day long.
She was all wet, inside out, and the key didn't fit in the keyhole today. Hungry, tired and still angry she pushed the front door. Kicked it with her soaking wet shoes. Home at last.
The house was quiet and dark. As usual. But today it felt like heaven. She stepped quickly out of her wet clothes, left them like that on the floor and took a warm shower. Feeling how the anger started to let go. Still with her wet hair she found her beloved jumpsuit, her symbol of me-time. She went to the kitchen, heated up some dinner from the day before and took it with her to the living room. She ate, curled up in the sofa. No TV, no music, no noise. Just her and her thoughts. She closed her eyes for a bit, breathing softly and just felt how the stress of the day was leaving her...
Let go, she thought. Let go of the things I can not control. Let go of the people I can not change. I am good. I am here and now. I am happy.
And then she got up, and went to her computer to start writing. Blogging to be precise.
What do you enjoy doing to letgo, to relax? - and do you dress in a special way?
1-30 April 2015 I participate in the A to Z blogger challenge, and this post is written as a part of that challenge.My theme for the challenge is Happiness. I hope you enjoy coming along.