I was once told that the most successful of people spend a few moments at the end of the day reflecting over their day -- what went well and how to correct what went wrong. I had some things that went well, but I am feeling that many of the things of today didn't go so well.
I know I am a glass half empty person, and tend to look on the ark side of things. This is a protective mechanism that I learned when I was small. If you look at things from the point of view of what is the worst thing that could happen, then if something better did happen, then that was all gravy. It is how I have lived my whole life.
So now here I am, looking on the down side of my 40s, and in the wink of an eye, 50 will be knocking at my door. The cranky lady on the streets seems to be looming in my future, as that door seems to grow ever larger and closer. She reared her ugly head today at the moment when my house needed peaceful soothing tones, there was screeching and loud tones. Time for being in bed has come and gone, yet I remain awake -- trying to still that screechy scratchy voice and calm the wretch of a lady that looms so ever-present within the walls of this house.
Allowing the quiet rumblings of night time flow like soft tendrils reaching up from the tan mass that covers the floor teases , giving glimpses of a calm so longed for, yet held at bay by invisible strands that need their own time of reckoning. So as thoughts of the days wrongs try to work themselves into soft pillowing clouds that would have eased much of the sting that was felt by the hot voices that allowed them to flow forth in the first place, the longed for calm does begin the edge its way in. The promise of a new day allows for the those tendrils to take hold.
