So it's my second day as a shut-in, and I can barely restrain my exuberant enthusiasm. I love it, love it, love it. I liked my old job (it was amazing), but I feel like I'm doing what I was made to do. Granted, it's only been 2 days, but I've always been one to jump to conclusions.
Writing just comes naturally to me, so it doesn't feel like I'm working. It doens't stress me out, and I get such a tidy feeling of satisfaction when I finish an assignment.
Today I was able to do laundry on my breaks. Perhaps this doesn't sound exciting to you, but I feel so blissfully back in my proper place as despot of the home. (My father-in-law likes to point out that one of the words used in the Bible to describe women in the home is "despotos," or something like that.) One of the reasons it was so hard for me not to become Suzie Homemaker after my unsuccessful attempt at getting an MRS degree in college was that I love taking care of a home. If I'm working a stressful job and have little free time, then I hate taking care of it and I feel all out of whack. Now I'm in whack.
For lunch, I ate blackberries and aged gouda and spinach feta bread. I could have eaten this at work, but I was never organized enough to do so. Good food brings me joy. In fact, today I even started a homemade marinara sauce a-simmerin' while I worked on an assignment. My immersion blender hasn't seen any action in years. In fact all my kitchen implements have been sitting around: flabby, fat and lazy; I walked in, and oopsa-daisy!
When Mike finished work, I had a nice dinner waiting for him: pasta with homemade marinara and red pepper-garlic sausage. It's amazing how a simple dish of pasta can exhilerate the soul.
Besides laundry and culinary masterpieces, I took a 30 minute hike with Mike at Ute Valley Park over lunch. I love my neighborhood.
I feel like I did back in college when I worked at the Y in Estes Park and was able to hike through the majestic Rocky Mountain National Park every day. I know I've written dreamily of those times many times before, but there's just something about the freedom to be surrounded by nature that makes me exalt in life, the creation and the Creator. I'm a simple girl, with simple pleasures.
So, thank you, God, for giving me this job, and thank you, Canada, for doing God's bidding! :)
"I felt in my bones, first that this world does not explain itself...Second, I came to feel as if magic must have a meaning, and meaning must have someone to mean it. There was something personal in the world, as in a work of art...Third, I thought the purpose beautiful in its old design, in spite of its defects, such as dragons. Fourth, that the proper form of thanks to it is some form of humility and restraint: we should thank God for beer and Burgundy by not drinking too much of them...And last, and strangest, there had come into my mind a vague and vast impression that in some way all good was a remnant to be stored and held sacred out of some primordial ruin. Man had saved his goods as Crusoe saved his goods: he had saved them from a wreck."
G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy