This is my down time. My rejuvenation, my regeneration time. The door is open and the sounds of the night are coming in -- the distant traffic, an occasional floating voice, the rustling of trees. The overhead fan is going softly moving the air gently around me. There is no other sound.
I am sitting on the couch, propped against a pillow, puppy at my feet. I breathe deeply and will the stress from my body. Stress of packing, moving, downsizing, organizing. Stress of wedding songs, address changes, excess furniture, and melodrama. The stress is still there, the knowledge that these things will still need my attention soon is in the back of my mind. But, for now, the sound of the traffic and the ceiling fan are the balm for my troubled spirit.
I am content now sitting here. The world is a good place and everything is under control. I have a puppy, a purpose, and a plan.