Rain

There is something very satisfying about working inside by a window while it's raining. I'm settled in the big blue chair that Jonathan and I man-handled downstairs and into my room (it was a very impressive process...).

It's quiet.

I've finally got a clean living space with books on shelves and stuff on the walls. Pretty much everything where I want it to be. It's been a while since I could say that.

Maybe what I love so much about being inside and comfortable when it's raining is that it makes me just a little more aware of the space that I'm in. I hear the steady beat of the water on the glass, and every once and a while I look up and think "I'm glad I'm not outside." Then I smile when I think about all the poor schmoes who have to be somewhere. Maybe I'm just mean.

I think what I'm trying to get at is that rainy weather highlights and intensifies wherever I happen to be at the moment. My physical space and emotional state. Not too long ago, I would have told you that rainy days left me restless and depressed. These day's I've found them very relaxing and enjoyable.

I guess that means I'm settling into a healthier place, as I keep defining my own space in this new season. Learning to be more comfortable with silence, now that I've looked at some of what silence kept bringing to the surface that had been causing me to avoid it.

It's nice being more comfortable in my own skin. My own room. My own plans for the future. Even my own challenges and growth areas to face into.

I could get used to this.