It all comes out in the wash.
Yesterday was labelled a good day, I made the most of my positivity by sharing the day with friends, drinking coffee and putting the world to rights. Oh how close companions can debate the facts as they are seen, how we can share an opinion, tell one another the truth as we see it.
I cherish my friendships and probably do not tell my friends often enough how much they mean to me. Between them and my family I am surrounded by walking reminders of my good fortune, even in times of need, times of discomfort.
Today, as I loaded up the washing machine I pulled the dark from the lights, checked the pockets for the remaining tissues that always seem to be forgotten. I mulled over some of the natters that we shared the day before. Words passed between friends can sometimes haunt thoughts, for you know, if a friend has taken the time to tell you this, they the least you should do is examine the why. I shut the door on the washer; tipped in the powder and mulled over “being stuck in a rut” I am living a “safe life” and not challenging myself.
Outside it might be cold but the sun shines down and this near spring breeze will dry the washing. Inside I mull over the choices I made and make, the places I opt to visit and the people who bring so much to the way I live. Am I stuck in a rut? I suppose I play safe now, I found a home and routine that I fear changing. Is comfort making me complacent?
During yesterdays conversation there was much emphasis on me meeting someone, having someone that I can rely on to be part of a partnership. It has been a while since I last dated, but the inclination to “get back out there” is not something I feel. Does society dictate the need to date and to couple up? It is indeed an expectation that my mate expressed to me, for I “deserve to find someone and to be happy”. Why do some friends feel my life is incomplete without an “other half”.
Yet here I am on Good Friday, watching the laundry tumble in the machine quite content in the silence and solitude of my home. Next week will bring a new chapter of my life, a new job, a new focus. I can manage without the distractions of dating to be sure.
So now from the safety of my rut I peer into the unknown, the one thing I can be certain of, my friends while we may not always agree speak with honest intentions and challenge me to be me. What more could I ask. Perhaps someone to assist in re-hanging the curtains in the lounge, to put up the shelves in the kitchen, or a book that explains how I can “Do it myself”.