It is so nice, after a long Sunday at work, to come home to peace and quiet. There seems to be so much background noise at home and work, but louder lately. I was actually relieved to find that I have the house to myself for a couple of hours. The house may look like a disaster zone (I really don't care about that right now), the only sound I hear is me tapping away at the key board. The dog hasn't even fussed. He is sound asleep in his kennel unaware that I'm home. I know this isn't going to last all evening but I'll take what I can get.
Soon enough the Boyz will come charging through the front door, daddy in tow, and gab my ear off about the hockey game they just finished watching. Which I don't mind, but the silence for me right now is golden.
The sounds of them running up and down the stairs, and asking a million and one questions, the dogs nails clipping along the floor when he walks and DW with the radio in every room on...I enjoy it all, but sometimes a break is needed. AHHHHH.....

Silence, just pure silence.
There used to be a time when I didn't like being alone like this. Quiet, with only my thoughts to keep me company. I didn't know how to be alone, nor how to use that time or direct my thoughts. It took a while, with some personal growth, some trills and tribulations, but I figured it out and now these precious moments of solitude give me time to de-stress and reflect. It makes me appreciate the sounds of my busy life even more.
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