I’ve been seeking alone time more lately. I just want to clear my head. Meditate. Concentrate.
I just want to appreciate my imperfect, blessed life. Find some discipline in there somewhere. And a bit of direction while I’m at it would be golden.
So I sit. And I watch the rain.
I admire once nearly dead houseplants.
And find the beauty in left behind pool toys.
I look past abandoned bathing suits.
Sit on a ledge much too small for my much too large butt.
Ignore the puppy scratched door.
And eat a rully healthy dinner. On rully sustainable dishware.
And I just sit. And listen. And I try not to think about anything.
Try to just … absorb.
Of course, someone comes out to ask for Blues Clues, and a drink, and some food, and to ask if they can play on the computer, and to complain about their brother.
But that’s okay, I guess.
At least there’s still the rain.