This morning, on my way home from the gym, I had to turn my high beams on and drive extra slowly. The sun wasn’t up yet and there was quite a bit of rain coming down. I wanted to be extra cautious because I’ve seen deer and rabbits crossing the roads during these early hours of the morning.
Upon parking the car, I turned on the flashlight app on my phone so I could safely make it up the stairs to our apartment. But, before I put the key in the lock, I paused to take it all in.
I could hear the bugs buzzing and hissing. The quiet sound of rain falling. The birds chirping.
And nothing else.
Just the peaceful, meditative sounds of morning time.
I knew the minute I opened up my front door, I’d fall back into routine. Make breakfast, get ready for work, do the dishes, etc.
So I just pressed pause and took it all in for a brief moment. Before the moment was whisked away by our day-to-day activities.
Back when I lived in California, I craved these moments of solitude. I would plan weekends away so that I could hide out in a cabin in the woods. I would spend my weekends under the redwood trees, away from the traffic, away from the stress.
And, every time Sunday would come, I’d wish more than anything that I could keep this feeling alive. That, somehow, in some way, I could preserve the peace within me. Something that would only be brought to life when I was out in nature. Out under the trees. Away from it all.
So, this morning, I needed to stop myself before I entered my house.
And just thank the universe that it placed me in Ankur’s life so we could move here. To rural Tennessee.
Because, though I poke fun at this small town we live in, it is exactly what I craved.
In those moments of high stress and anxiety, I wanted nothing more than to escape from it all. And live in the woods, under the trees, away from the traffic and the people and the responsibilities.
And, though part of me misses the urgency of each and every day, I have to admit that this is once what I wanted. This is once what I prayed for.
To find the peace within.
And now my escape has become my reality.
So, this morning, before I crossed the threshold into my apartment, I needed to pause and give thanks. For this beautiful escape I get to call home.
Questions of the Day:
- Do you thrive in the hustle-bustle of a city or do you crave peace and quiet in the countryside?