Don't get me wrong--staying in and refusing plans and drinking wine and watching movies makes for a pretty good weekend.
Only, I forgot about how too much free time can cause me to get lost in my own thoughts, to seemingly shrink away and hole up and not see past the next hour.
I practiced shifting things just the tiniest bit, to feel just an ounce more goodness in those moments. I went out for a photographing jaunt around town, I perused Valentines goodies at the store with Lauren, I baked cupcakes.
Anything, anything, to just not get stuck. It's growth, I keep telling myself, however slow it comes.