Filed under: Musings
There are twenty-four hours in every single day. We all get the same twenty-four hours, but we all do different things with them. At this point, I’m in my last practicum for school so I do 12 hour shifts at the hospital that is bookended with a long commute (40-50 minutes one way). So all in all, by the time I get home, that’s 14 of my 24 hours gone in a day. That doesn’t leave room for much else when you have to consider that I need to sleep in order to function at my next 12 hour shift, which is often the very next day. On the other hand, working 12 hour shifts means that I usually have several days between sets of shifts where I can do whatever I want, which is really nice. However, these days off tend to happen on weekdays and not weekends, and I end up working on homework anyways because that is the life of a student.
So on my days off, I pull a doll off of a shelf, maybe fix her hair, maybe change her outfit (although really, that doesn’t happen often at all…), and then I set her back on a stand or a chair because that’s where they hang out. It’s hard to find time for them sometimes because on my days off there’s laundry to do, groceries to buy, food to cook, sleep to catch up on (mmm, sleep!). The dolls don’t always get a lot of attention, but I’m making a conscious effort to spend a little bit of time with them on my days off because it’s the little moments, the little things, that remind me to breathe and just take a moment for myself (and the Blythes).