The sounds that surround me right now...
fast talking news reporter
Norah Jones following me on my MP3 player as I wipe down the counters.
I feel anxious now. An unidentified "need" starts to overwhelm me around this same time each evening. There is a voice way back in me that is saying something that I need to hear. A preoccupied mind doesn't let that voice emerge. The hours of my day are on a train with other stops. I want to pry open a window in my mind and feel at ease again.
My husband has called me the Queen of Optimism. I try to fill my head with positivity all day. But around 10:15 on any evening, I feel kind of "Kelly" lost. When I finally lay down to relax, I'm unsettled. I wish that I could say it was my Muse nudging a story out of me. It's something else. I go, go, go all day. When I stop for me, I'm not sure how to take care of this ache in me. I know that my family wouldn't get what I'm feeling, but I'm hoping that some of you do. Does this rambling make any sense?
I have an early day tomorrow and I better shuffle off to the next task. Time to add one more sound to my evening list: the washing machine. Well, Robert Plant is singing "Since I've Been Lovin' You" on my player now. That song could chase away my unease. It's worth a try. (Another vlog coming soon! I like chatting with you guys that way. Any topic ideas?)