Today I love waking up tired, wondering why, and then remembering all the things I did on the weekend. I love that we have gotten past the catch up stage of reopening and are now back to our three day weekends for a while at least. I love that the next three weeks may keep me this tired, but there should be lots of things getting done. I love things getting done. I love feeling achy and sore because it reminds me of all the things I’ve accomplished, without the pain, I’d easily forget all those things I’ve done. I love that it is teeming down rain outside and I am on the front porch with my computer writing in the happy white noise of a thousand raindrops per second, the rattling of rivulets in down pipes and the gurgling of gutters. I love that, amazingly, there are a few birds calling from sheltered hide outs in trees around here. I love that the burdensome weight of the rain has folded flat the lush plants of the flower bed and they are waiting for the sun to call on them and stand them up again. I love the cyclical days of my life, weather, emotions, people, families, communities, everything runs in circles if you wait long enough.
Today I love that I have one of those projects that I’m working on in my mind, deeply engaged in and sorting out all the details of, the kind where anyone looking on would say I haven’t started yet but if they could see inside my mind they’d know that I am well begun and need only a few more days or so of thought before I burst into action and the thing will be fixed. I love that I am like that, contemplating every option of something I’m obsessed with and then making all the choices and suddenly taking the simplest route to completion, though it might well be simpler to just do the thing. I love that that is my jam when it comes to problem solving, though I sometimes get preempted by someone thinking I’m struggling with the situation and they just go ahead and do the thing for me thinking they’re helping, oh well.
Today I love joking on social media about silly things that have no relevance in real life, but by virtue of their having provided some fun they become very relevant, worthy and worthwhile. I love that when I come up with an idea for making people laugh I am likely to just drop that onto social media faster than a celebrity’s mic at a demonstration.
Today I love sipping coffee in the shelter of the front porch while the rain drizzles and then pours and then drizzles again, this is the quiet life.