The house is quiet; the sun is sinking lower in the sky. I love this twilight time of day, but rarely do I get to enjoy it alone in my house with nothing but the hum of the fridge and the whirr of my computer in the background of my thoughts.
Christmas is past; 2012 is just on the horizon (I can see it!), and I am hoping for a good...no, great... year. It's healthy to be optimistic, right?
Things feel weird and strange and surreal and different lately. Me, my life and I.
I have this insatiable need to clean everything out of my house, but I'm not so successful at the actual follow through; I think about it constantly, though. I need to get rid of the things that make me feel weighed down, burdened. I feel like I did when I was a kid and I would build something up with Legos only to break it apart and start over again. Purge. Rebirth. But how? It's easier to do at age 8 with Legos than at age (almost) 41 with a family.
I love my husband, my kids, my friends, my family, my home...I just feel like what needs demolition and rebuilding is within me.
Time to break the silence.