Nothing but rest!

I woke up this morning with a start, thinking I would be late to work. I suddenly realised it was Saturday. Phew! Back to sleep I went with such relief.

I happen to be one of those ‘morning people’ but this was one morning where I would have been grouchy, had I got out of bed.

I spent the entire day resting; I had a lazy morning. I got out of bed eventually, prepared breakfast/lunch at noon, had a little chit chat with my sister and I went back to sleep at 2pm, I was shocked when I woke up at 5pm because I usually do not sleep that much, my sister does so for this Saturday, we switched places... All that kept coming to mind were Madea’s words ‘big lump o' nothing’ (her choice of words make me laugh every time I hear them). I was feeling  like a big lump o' nothing which made me laugh as I got out of bed finally at 6pm.

The good thing about today was that I had so much time to reflect, there is so much that has happened and there could have been no better time to do some self examination. The year is coming to an end and I am thinking of what I do not want to carry over into the new year. I have had a good year; there are some goals I still have  not achieved, some I did and some I let go which I have no regrets for doing.

I have also had some good times with some great people and some not so good times with others. I made new friends and lost some old ones but overall, I am quite pleased so far.

One friend in particular who is indeed dear to me told me what my biggest flaw is and I am grateful to have people like him who will tell me the truth even when it is ugly or if I do not want to hear it. As much as it didn’t sound nice, I acknowledge it and I have been making efforts to change that.

I am not sure where I am going with this but this is more like my test post/wake up post...lol.

My tummy is complaining, its 9pm and I’ve had one meal and have been in bed all day. Time to go get me some fruits :-)

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