I'm finding it a bit of an adjustment to be in this new stage of my life. It's different without a house full and everything seems just a little bit strange. It's not bad, just different. I miss my children, but they are doing well and happy.
I have been doing is a little bit of this and a little bit of that. As long as I have activities to occupy my mind and hands then I'm good. I've had people over for lunch a couple of times this week. I've gone for walks. I've done some baking and I've done some sewing.
I've poured a lot of time into a retreat that's coming up next weekend, and I've also been doing some writing. I've been working on some strengthening exercises for my knee and I've been creating some new dishes to try out on Dan and Nathan.
My days are busy and full. I fall into bed each night to read and without fail can't make it past a few pages. There is a rhythm to my days and they are good, so while I'm adjusting to an empty nest, my life is full and I am blessed.