It is getting on late in the year.
Funny that because I still think of it as a new year, this 2014. It seems I am just becoming accustomed to one year's number, when another is here. Just as each week starts and before I know it, it is the weekend again.
Trying to make the most of the time each day affords, I guess, is the goal, now that the work commitments are over. Though it all may seem mundane, I find myself loving my bit of babysitting, reading, writing, cooking, stitching, walking, and so on.
I came across this poem by Alice Walker and found the words meaningful to me, especially for this stage of life.
Gives me a day
I had thought
To stay indoors
Washing my dishes
I am happy
To be inside looking out.
This, I think,
Just this choosing
A beautiful day
Perhaps the joy in all the simple things is yours as well.