February 20, 2016
The sunlight dissolves into the room. Some blankets are being tossed about. There are footsteps heading towards the kitchen. Faintly, you can hear the ticking of the stove coming to life, excited to share its dreams with the world. Thirty-two...ish ounces of water get poured into a pot; set to boil. Thousands of fibers get scattered into the atmosphere as tea packets get ripped open and plopped into a jar. Tsssssssssssss! Water's done. The footsteps create a beat to which the old house shakes its moaning body. The creaking of a chair joins in to finish off the symphony of the journey back.
Green tea touches my tongue at just the right temperature that I smile and give myself a tiny pat on the back for the execution. I've been trying to figure out if I am allergic to this house or if there is something outside that effects me only when I'm here. As I sit and sip my tea, and periodically dream about waffles, I began examining my life and the ins and outs from the past few months that I have not stepped aside to examine. I spent a good deal of time reliving those good moments and cracking up at the funny memories. There are plenty of things I would like to have done differently, of course, but that's just the way of life. It was odd looking back when it had been such an amount of time, almost like it was catching up on a tv show that you only caught bits and pieces to. And so a certain phrase popped into my head, "Life is constantly moving forward." I never put a deeper thought into it because I simply took it at face value, but this morning I got a sense of warmth from it. Thinking back to the times the stress took over and I did not know how certain things would get fixed, they all ended up just fine. In fact, in some cases I hadn't even noticed it got better because life had happened so much that it faded away. My point is, if something is weighing you down and causing so much stress that the world will fall apart around your feet...well, it won't. Life will continue on and things will go in whatever direction they go in. At some point, that becomes reassuring.