I don't know why I keep thinking a lot. Not work anymore. The thoughts wander everything, from my friend's status on facebook or just a response under my note. Everything makes me think.
It seems better for me if I have something occupied my physical body, not my mind. Usually I desire to work. I know, staying home with my child is a kind of work. Homemaker is a better word than housewife. Nope, I am just a stay-home-mom, tired of thinking what to cook every day, bored of playing with my child though I know I have to embrace those moments. She is growing up. Time flies, and I stand still, at one place.
Crocheting makes me stop thinking in a while. Sewing makes me concentrate for a while. I want my whole day free of thinking, not just a while in the morning after dropping her off at her school and before the yoga class. Usually I want myself totally lost in something, which means I have to trade with my child's longing to be beside me. Her smile, her talk keeps me strong in the days I feel weak, just want to leave everything behind.
Just think. Sometimes I feel happy that I can still think. I still exist.
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