We tend to set our lives up around a framework, don't we? My framework has been my job for most of my life.
And now I don't have a job.
I've been feeling quite guilty about the fact that I run around the house in my pajamas for a great part of the day. I rarely go anywhere. I cook, I clean. I am taking a challenging course which I'm enjoying very much and allows amazing revelations such as: the epic of Gilgamesh and Enkidu perfectly demonstrates the Kubler-Ross' 5 stages of grief, which sounds very high faluting as you read it, but in reality, well...I'm hunkered over my books wearing pajamas.
And at some point during the early afternoon, I amble into the bathroom and take a shower. Since making the decision to simply stop cutting my hair, I just blow dry it, pin it up into a messy bun. I took a pair of scissors and lopped off my bangs a bit earlier in the week. They were annoying me, and I didn't want to bother my sister.
Side note: I think it looks okay.
I used to wear makeup every day. Now I rarely wear it. Maybe a little mascara, but I'm wearing a mask, so it seems like of pointless to gussy up.
My newly discovered 'inner slob' makes me a bit uncomfortable. She has discovered yoga pants and we fight a little every time I decide that I need to wear a pair of pants with pockets.
One of my treats to myself is that I wander over to some blogs in the morning as I drink my morning coffee (in my pajamas). See what's shaking at Ed's place or what's happening with Mrs. Spit, Checking in to see what is new with Bob. Kelly. Jeanie, Bush Babe, Brightened Boy.
I do quite a bit of traveling for a woman in her pajamas.
Over at Susan's blog, she posted about going feral and it was really entertaining.
To that end, I have decided to make my peace with my inner slob. I will pick my battles. My inner slob needs to get out of bed by 7. She needs to brush her teeth and use her waterpik second thing in the morning. (We have no disagreement on what needs to be taken care of first). In return, I will not nag at her about pajamas and the lack of make up, as long as she lets me have the study time. She can have her blog time. We both agree on the coffee thing. My inner slob has decided we can forgo lunch as long as she gets her banana and peanut butter toast in the morning with that coffee. (It used to be tomatoes on toast, but that season is sadly done.)
I've given up, and have gone to the wild side. Sort of.