Odd Comforts

When I was single, one of the deep-down satisfying little routines I relished was moving around my little apartment at the close of the day -- turning off lights, closing blinds, and generally "shutting down" for the night.  In those moments, the quiet familiarity of these small habits soothed my soul like a lullaby. 

Now, as a wife and mother, my routines have changed and are rarely completely solitary, yet I still find moments of internal calm that bring me that same sense of satisfaction.  One hit me the other day as I waited for my mocha at the coffee shop. With Jacie in my arms and people bustling all around, the calm of waiting quietly for my drink among strangers wrapped around my soul.  Without moving, I let my eyes rove the room, soaking in the sense of satisfaction at the routineness of waiting in line, at the feeling of privacy inside my own head even while in a public place. 

Though quiet solitude is redefined for me now, I still find comfort in those momentary internal retreats when the world around me recedes and I feel the deep-rooted comfort that all is right with the world.  Inside my head, deep in my soul, I am still me and it is enough.