I have grown to really appreciate the quality of silence. On the evenings when my husband works (and, well, the kids are no longer at home) I envelope myself in quietness. True, there is the gentle hum of my computer and the crick crick of crickets outside and the methodical whirl of the ceiling fan. But no television. No radio. And often no music, either. Silence. And in this quiet I either read, write, or knit.
There was a time when the silence drove me batty. I had to do SOMETHING….I couldn’t just be with myself and appreciate the solitude. But then I had years of kids, and husband, and TV and constant sound. Constant. And I found, while I loved having a family around and all the energy of that….I also yearned for balance, for quiet.
Quirky….I’ve never been one for the status quo, the norm, the usual. I’ve always felt a little outside of, well, everyone and everything. Quirky. Over time I’ve come to appreciate that about me.
Queen, as in Dairy. It’s not really real ice cream, and not as delicious as the gelato store. But sometimes I just have to have a small chocolate dipped soft served DQ. Just do.
Gratitude, with a Q.