Having each day to do as I please is really too much time.
I may have driven a rig across country and racked up all those miles, not only 5 days
a week but usually 7 though now I feel busier as I learn new things
to fill my hours of daylight. Then again maybe I always did
too much, just packed my day from the moment I opened my eyes till
I could no longer hold them open.
I saw highways filled with traffic and streets filled with people.
Now with each new day I see my yard filled with wildlife on the ground as well as in the trees.
I cook every meal no longer depending on a roach coach.
I never curl my hair like I used to when I drove with the big boys, makeup no longer
desired as well.
Some days as I paint I look down shocked to see I never truly got dressed to
welcome the day. Yes life is good being still but my world still sparkles all around me.