The glooming hour is what a friend use to call it when the sun went down and before it was completely dark out. I have no idea why she did it, but it stuck in my head. When I think of her, I remember that phrase she would use. She had a few of them. She ever turned her clocks back either, she left them as they were. She was her own unique woman.
I think as I grow older, I am growing into being my own unique woman, appreciating more of who I am, not caring what others think like when I was younger. I am hoping that this means I become wiser as well. I am learning more of what truly is important in life, relationships, rather than things, and not meeting others expectations. Finding out what really makes me passionate. One of those things is being there to listen to others, having a good laugh over nothing or everything, watching a sunrise or sunset depending on my silly sleeping patterns, feeding the chickens and hearing them cluck and their contentment, have a fire roaring in the fireplace on a cold day like today. I am passionate about the ordinary, having that ordinary be the extraordinary. I have to remind myself of that when life comes crashing in, pushing and pulling at me. Sitting down and taking a breath, remembering that this too shall pass, and remembering who I am.
Just my thoughts for the day, off to do a load of laundry for we all know it multiplies when you are not looking.....lol.
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