I've been content this week - I'd like to coin it as 'happiness' but happiness is a noisy word, one with overflowing joy or exuberance. My contentment is quiet and still, it's drinking coffee in the same mug every morning while I write in my daily journal. It's the same old same old, day in and day out boring stuff.
Many times while I'm here writing to you on this blog, I'll tap upon something I'm worried about or something that is crowding out my inner joy. Today I'm writing about nothing in particular and that is something.
I'm a homebody, I love being home doing the same thing over and over especially after a trip. I envy the travelers, the explorers and the wild abandon they experience while doing new things. If I change eating my daily bowl of cheerios for breakfast that would be a crazy kind of adventure.
Don't get me wrong, I love to go away, see new places and do new things. But coming home is the bestest feeling in the world. I unpack, I put all of our stuff away and revel in being home.
This past week has been blessedly uneventful. I caught up on chores, I went to the gym four times, I started making holiday shopping lists (yes I start early..). I love babysitting one day a week with a delightful three year old who is becoming more child-like. Her inquisitiveness and our conversations have me smiling all day long. Dare I say the terrible twos are a thing of the past? I hope so. I bought her a tiny bag of polished rocks on vacation and they were a huge hit.
I've managed to make dinner three days in a row, enjoying my kitchen and the rhythm of deciding the meal, preparing, cooking and cleaning up. When the kitchen is tidy after dinner, the knitting commences in the family room along with some shows.
I wanted to document my ordinary here. How wonderful to enjoy the now without a pressing worrisome thought. While I'm content, I witness the change in seasons, the leaves turning, listening to the birds and crickets and loving the changing of sunlight. My front yard is completely in shade by one o'clock p.m.
In other news, the kids are coming home for the weekend, my house will be chaotic and messy and possible a little noisy. I'm excited for them to come!
Holly and Frodo have been 'playing'- sort of. She sneaks into the kitchen then runs noisily down the hallway to the cat zone, Frodo crawls out from under his ottoman (getting older and slower) and runs after Holly. He's too slow, she's too fast. Can you believe he will be 10 years old in October and she will be 2 years old as well? Time flies.
I'll never forget finding her on the side of the road half dead and bringing her into our lives. That was stressful but so worth it.
What brings you contentment and quiet joy?