Peace. Today seems like it just might be full of it.
Yesterday, I learned that for some people, nothing goes better with 8:30am sun and breeze than a good, loud dose of rap music. Bonus points if said music echoes through the entire courtyard when others are trying to concentrate.
I also learned that my idea of proper laundry room etiquette doesn’t exactly line up with everyone else’s. Seriously, just because I got up early to use the four washing machines, it doesn’t mean I might want to dry my clothes right after that, you know? It’s perfectly fine with me if you disregard the usual order of who-got-there-first and dump your own wet laundry in the dryer right when I’m about to use it. Perfectly. Fine.¹
But, whatever. It was a sunny day, albeit a loud and laundry-filled day, and I did my best to be patient. The music stopped, eventually, and my clothes are dry and folded.² Even though my DVR somehow managed to not record Glee, it was still Tuesday: Lost-day. Plus, my friend brought me a free non-fat latte and some Shiner for our midnight Lost-viewing refreshments. (Public Service Announcement: there’s a reason Starbucks doesn’t make Grande Non-Fat Beer Lattes.)
Today, though: aaaaaahhhhhhh.
I can smell peace, and it smells like green grass and potted plants. It sounds like breeze in the leaves, and the on-going conversation between the two little red birds who sit in those leaves. It’s sun and shadows, and the fact that they’re shifting slowly. It’s stillness. This day will not escape me like yesterday did.
I’m fully aware that inner peace and circumstantial peace are two separate things. Sometimes, though, circumstantial cacophony has its way of drowning out inner peace’s calm voice. Today, the two peaces are having a nice little conversation. I hope it’s a long one.
Better take advantage of this morning, so I’m off to start reading the last few chapters of Linda’s novel! (PS: Go read Linda’s latest post, and not just because she says nice things about yours truly. It’s full of honest perspective on rejection and the often discouraging querying process.)
I wish you all a peaceful day of sun, breeze, and birds. (Singing birds, as opposed to creepy Alfred Hitchcock birds. Also as opposed to the visually challenged kinds of birds who nosedive into windows, or birds who mistake big hair for their nests/toilets.)
¹I guess I should add, in her defense, that she cleaned her clothes in her own washer and they happened to need drying at the same time as mine. Being dryer-less, what else was she to do? Wait? Though I understand where she’s coming from, it had a frustrating effect on me nonetheless, due to the way I had scheduled my day. (Got up early to do laundry, only to have it take way longer than expected due to Dryer Girl.) Add rap music to the mix, and the frustration was turned all the way up to eleven. (This Is Spinal Tap, anyone?)
²As for dry, folded, and put away? Not so much.