04My hands are dry.
I can feel the skin tight over my finger bones. I scrubbed the whole kitchen this morning with a bucket of water and muscles that ached for purpose- on my hands and knees and belly I scrubbed. I listened to This American Life and dislodged dust and mysterious drips from the cabinets. Now, I’m eating peach/blueberry cobbler I made last night for lunch, and I’m happy. The chickens haven’t laid any eggs yet today, but I’ll check again later. Someday soon, I’ll get news as to whether I get to start a somewhat big girl job, but today, I’m content with an open schedule (minus the dentist appointment at 3:40).
This weekend, I’ll sign up on the big board at church to bring cookies one Sunday. I’m getting really comfortable with being at the top of this hill I’ve been climbing for so long. I stand here, with the wind blowing my hair back, and absorb the trek ahead of me with great delight. It’s like I’ve been standing next to a bed of warm blankets, so close, and finally- FINALLY!- I get to snuggle in. It’s like whizzing down a snowy hill and realizing you can go as many times as you’d like even though you’ve reached the bottom.
Yeah. I get to do this for as long as I’m alive. There is a time for all things, and I’m glad the time has come for me to be done with school.
