I have a hard time relaxing. I chalk it up to spending most of my life in a not-so-healthy marriage, but even now that I've left that marriage, I still have a hard time relaxing. Old habits die hard.
This was my day off and I spent it fixing doors. It needed to be done, and I definitely feel accomplished, but I might have been better served by making some art, or taking a bubble bath, or seeking out a more creative and interesting photo.
Or maybe fixing doors was exactly the right thing to do. I don't know. I'm not a very good judge anymore.
