...was just in the yard playing with my cat. Spent ages with my beautiful cat, watching her roll on the lawn and purr. Her fur is unbelievably soft.
We slept in, got up, had a leisurely breakfast knowing we can go at our own pace, tended the chickens, I called my brother; Hubby and I did some housework, played with the cat, and we're off to a lunch date down the local pizza place, knowing we won't have any JWs pass by and snub us or look askance at Hubby's beard because they're all in Brisbane.
It feels a bit funny missing something I've been going to since I was 18, but it also feels good. Hubby seems to enjoy just being able to hang at home without any pressure after a big week at work. Later he'll play a violent samurai-type video game and I'll develop my art and writing.
Not being a JW gives you so much mental space and time to do good in the world like create beautiful things, form lasting relationships, recoup your energy after a big week, give a smile to strangers on the street, help someone...
Who else is feeling the peace since leaving the JW treadmill and internal scouring?