Today I am still. My phone works, tomorrow is payday, and Saturday I get to spend some time with a friend of almost 35 years. My car works, I have caffeine in my Yeti, and I have been listening to encouraging music while working. I am still. Content in this moment. I would say that very few emotions are swirling or whirling. I simply am.
Last night it was not so. Last night, had I had the energy to get up and dig out my laptop to write, I would have filled the page with raw emotion that may or may not have been cohesive. In fact, I composed on imaginary paper in my head, and filled it with my innermost feels, and hopes, and hurts, and longings with fairly eloquent words, given that they were not actually written down anywhere.
Now, though, I cannot recall them. I recall the theme. I recall that there were tears in my eyes, and I was silently crying out as I pretended to write. I know there were things I wanted and hoped for and felt like giving up on and regretted and couldn’t let go of. But trying to pull them out from under the calmness of today seems tiring. Or maybe it seems perilous.
The days, you see, are very full. I have a career, a family, a life, stresses, duties, pursuits. They all fill that thing that needs to be filled. And there is music or television or – Lord help us all – Pokemon Go (smile). But at night…. well, at night when there is nothing engaging on television, and sleep won’t come, and the brain begins to think….
But never mind that. Today I am still.