Deep as a puddle?

I went outside today, while I was waiting for my tutoring student. I only meant to go get the mail, and then sit in my driveway, soaking up a few [harmful] UV rays, but walking back from the mailbox, I suddenly felt this calm, this quiet, come over me. I looked around.

The wind was high, and I figured out what my shrink said I should figure out. He said that my family has created within each of us a tendency to get bogged down in the drama. We’re so worried about the crisis-du-jour that we miss how we really are. That our behavioural symptoms block out our psychological/emotional ones.

But I figured out how I am.

I’m home.

I’m lucky, and I’m home. I live in one of the great wonders of the world, and I am at peace. I don’t have any true crises in my life, and everything is calm. Emotionally, I’m not void (I have a tendency to say “I don’t know” how I am, rather than probe), I’m very full, but content. My life is my own again, and everything is going how it is supposed to be.

I don’t need to rock the boat with a crisis-du-jour. Life is complete as it is. It is how it is, and that’s all I can ask for.