Just This.

For seven weeks I have been racing toward this day. This early morning moment when I can feel like my own woman again. As a kid, by nature I was not the one who would pitch in to clean, make myself useful, or generally take on any work that hadn't been assigned by a teacher (excluding the ones in my family). I was the one who conveniently went missing into a small space with a book. Or whined so much about doing anything, that it made people less likely to make me do it again.

I am not sure when that changed me from that comfortable shirking narcissistic creature. I suspect it might have been what was in those damned books I ran away to read. Or that family full of educators who were constantly taking on the responsibility of partially raising other people's kids, among other things.

And then there was moving to the island. Where the reward for work well done is more work.

So whatever happened, I am now one of those people who has the "Stop me, before I volunteer again!" cards hanging on the fridge. Dave shakes his head at me and my naivete. And keeps waiting for me to learn to say no and to step back when the others step back, so that I won't be the de facto volunteer.

But it is still comparatively early days yet, so I haven't. Which is why I am on so many boards and will likely be on more. Which is also why last weekend saw me semi wild-eyed and hysterical in front of my computer screen wondering where the hell my autonomy had gone, and how I ended up answering to so many people on so many different accounts. On every day of the week.

Now. I know that in many ages and in many areas, the weekend is just a quaint concept for soft people. That said, many people aspire to be soft people who have the weekend "off." Because then you can fill the weekend with the work you want to do. Or even... leisure. The key to leisure is being able to secure time to perpetrate it. A clear window in the work schedule, so you can snowshoe, lounge, craft, read, theater-go, see friends, etc... without a dark tower of clouds above your head threatening to rain consequences and thunder repercussions if you don't get through the to-do list.

Today is my day. More or less. The important deadlines have been met. I got through the week without failing the members of my cast- they did not leave the theater in worry or disgust for the process, but generally with a smile from a good time had and a certain amount of confidence that they won't be hung out to dry in front of their family and friends on opening night. Thanks to my friends and family, three sheets of paper will be motoring their way to fair Augusta, where they'll find a home (and preliminary judgment) at the Office of Community Development (yes, gentle reader, that's OCD for short). Now I just have a few more wisps of website content to weave before Monday.

So this weekend, I'll to my family, my friends, a show not my own, to the ice. And a whole week will follow with no commute. Not so much work at risk, so less room to flail and fail. A clear window on the calendar. What I have wanted for age is- just this.