quiet

Except for the traffic on I-85 and my fingers on the keys, all is silent here at home. The last couple of days have been quiet days. Days where the things going on inside haven't been developed to the point of words. Or where there just aren't words.

I'm going back to work soon. I don't really know how I feel about it. I'm not really looking forward to it, but the closer it gets the more I realize that it's time. When I planned to have 8 weeks off of work I knew that if I came away from it with nothing to show except scars on my foot I would be disappointed in myself. I think I have accomplished a lot. I didn't do everything I wanted to do, but I did some things I hadn't planned on doing. But thinking about what I've been doing has made me realize I want to be doing much more.

On Sunday there were two plane crashes. These always make me stop and be still for a while. I can't help but think about the families back home who are getting the call that their pilot husband, mother, brother, friend won't be coming home. I paid attention to the Fedex crash because there was a crazy video of it. It was sad and awesome (in a terrible way). The other plane crash didn't catch my attention as much until Jonathan called to tell me that they were friends of his.

Since then it has been a sad few days. And as is usually the case when there is death, I have been thinking a lot about life. I don't have any grand revelations to share. No epiphanies. I'm still in the quiet stage. I do feel incredibly loved and blessed - but thankfully that isn't a new feeling.

God has given me so much. He gave me a second chance to live. I pray that I will learn how to live my life to the utmost and not waste a single day.