Reviewing, reflecting, recalling – but without much regret ...
Quietude of the outside world is part of this equation for me. Silence or soft music. Newspapers. Coffee. Gazing out windows – just watching an ordinary scene, but a silent stationery one. These mornings are so peaceful, they don’t equate to lonely.
Clicking keystrokes break the silence as I reduce thoughts to text. And noise inside my head. You know, the sound colliding thoughts make and recalled dialogue – what was said, what should have been said, what could have been said if we took time, if we weren’t on-the-spot. Conversations inside my skull can make me gloriously happy or deeply cranky in a single sitting.
Missed opportunities don’t scold as much as they kick my behind – in a good way, inspiring me to miss fewer opportunities in the future.