I had a lovely break recently. I had a week of no work for me and no school for Piper.
The dreaded UNSCHEDULED WEEK.
It was messy and real and imperfect and raw and well, life. It was life. I have to say that I enjoyed it. All of it, even the messy parts. Piper handled it quite well and really enjoyed herself and the pace of our days. I was afraid I'd find myself lonely. Instead I found something entirely different. I found my voice. Not my ability to voice; I've got the gift of gab.
My inner voice.
I hadn't stopped to listen in a long time.
I listened to me for the first time in a very long while and it was good.
I don't have the words for what this means to me but I feel it, deeply.
It feels like peace.