As I sat drinking my coffee this morning, I looked outside to see my neighbors houses settled in a cloud of fog, much like I was settled into the cushions of my sofa. Though it appeared eerie with the darkness enveloping the houses, it also made me feel comfortable. It was as if we were being held in a warm embrace in the midst of this cold world. It was kind of a crazy passing thought. I went to the other end of the house to find the fog was just as heavy there. I wondered if it was just our neighborhood or the entire city. And then again maybe it often looks this way in the morning and I’ve just never noticed.
From the window of my back door I saw a blanket of fog drift by. I opened the door to see that it was a mist/steam from our HVAC unit. I lifted my hand out and felt the warm mist caress the skin of my hand. I looked around to see the random spots of dampness among the cobblestones and along the bark of the tall pine trees.
I was inside the comfort and safety of my warm house. Therefore, in my mind, all was right with the world. At least all was as it was supposed to be in my own little world. I am aware I often take refuge inside the warmth and comfort of all I know to be safe. I don’t like taking chances. I don’t like putting myself out there.
Sometimes, things call out to me for a period of time. I ignore the calls. I keep doing what is comfortable for me. I fear expectations, though they are self imposed just as the limitations I set for myself. If I have the power to create my own fog, I have the power to create my own sunshine…
I have an extremely long mental “to do” list that is not getting any shorter. It’s time I tackle some of those items. I plan to post, read, and comment when I’m not busy beating that list to a pulp. If you don’t see me around as often, I’m stepping out and making sunshine!