The calm at the end of the storm

It is nearly silent right now. All except my typing, of course. For a moment, I just sat back in my writing chair with my eyes closed and listened to it rain. There is no crying toddler who really needs to sleep but is refusing more and more as he begins to assert his independence. There is no one getting sick in the bathroom. There is no dog whining and barking in the next door yard outside my window (I'm going to have to talk to the neighbors because this is really too much).

There is the buzz of the DVD player that only just finished playing Serenity about fifteen minutes ago. There is the buzz of my light (I think I should go get a new lightbulb because I think this one is getting near to the end of it's life expectancy). There is the slight snoring of my dog on my bed.

There is peace.

After this weekend, peace is nice.

I turn 39 on Friday. There are whispers of things going on but I try not to meddle in anything that isn't my direct business this time of year. Of anyone else in my family, I'm the only one who gets whispers and surprises. I used to try to reenact those same shenanigans with my family but to no real success. I've decided that I'm the only one who allows surprises. I embrace my birthday (OMG! I"M TURNING THIRTY NINE! *flails about*) and all that comes with it. I don't meddle and, above all, I still believe that something will happen. If it doesn't, there will be cake regardless and that will be okay, too.

Ten years ago, my life was at a crossroads. I firmly believe that it is this year, too. I just hope it doesn't take me two years to figure things out like it did back then. Maybe I'm smarter than I was. *grins* Man, wouldn't that be nice?

And Serenity? Still makes me tear up after all this time.

The calm at the end of the storm

It is nearly silent right now. All except my typing, of course. For a moment, I just sat back in my writing chair with my eyes closed and listened to it rain. There is no crying toddler who really needs to sleep but is refusing more and more as he begins to assert his independence. There is no one getting sick in the bathroom. There is no dog whining and barking in the next door yard outside my window (I'm going to have to talk to the neighbors because this is really too much).

There is the buzz of the DVD player that only just finished playing Serenity about fifteen minutes ago. There is the buzz of my light (I think I should go get a new lightbulb because I think this one is getting near to the end of it's life expectancy). There is the slight snoring of my dog on my bed.

There is peace.

After this weekend, peace is nice.

I turn 39 on Friday. There are whispers of things going on but I try not to meddle in anything that isn't my direct business this time of year. Of anyone else in my family, I'm the only one who gets whispers and surprises. I used to try to reenact those same shenanigans with my family but to no real success. I've decided that I'm the only one who allows surprises. I embrace my birthday (OMG! I"M TURNING THIRTY NINE! *flails about*) and all that comes with it. I don't meddle and, above all, I still believe that something will happen. If it doesn't, there will be cake regardless and that will be okay, too.

Ten years ago, my life was at a crossroads. I firmly believe that it is this year, too. I just hope it doesn't take me two years to figure things out like it did back then. Maybe I'm smarter than I was. *grins* Man, wouldn't that be nice?

And Serenity? Still makes me tear up after all this time.