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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 feeli