In Silence

At my happy place, the coast, I sit alone at the dining table in front of the window that shows me the light from the awakening dawn,  watching the light start peaking over the gray misted waters. The windows are closed, but  I can still hear the crashing waves as If I were sitting among the rocks. I sit there contemplating if I could do this everyday. And the answer is yes. For so long, that I can remember, I have always works, there was always that ultimate finish to go for, a check, an extra hour off for later. But those rewards no longer have as much hold on me. I long for the times I can wake up without thinking I have overslept, or if I didn't sleep wake up like a grumpy bear for the rest of the day . Right now I should still be nestled in the warm blankets, but years of workings have trained no lollygagging.

More so lately,  my body has said more than ever,  you need to do more for yourself.  I have always searched for validation,  validation is no longer needed.  I've  never needed it.