Rainy Sunday

Sometimes I feel like I was born to live outside. I remember when I was younger, I would just stare out the window wondering what was happening out in the world. Where were people going? What was the weather like? Curiosity arose daily. Maybe it is the fear of missing out. Wanting to be in a million places at once. Wanting to experience what 5 million other people are experiencing. I want to be at that Mexican Restaurant eating those chips and salsa, or at Sea on the enormous yacht. I can faintly hear the laughter from the kids riding their bikes. And the sporting events that happen every Saturday in the Fall.  
Being inside can be boring, well, unless there is great company. From what I can tell walls don't talk back. Being inside reminds me of all the things I should be doing. My to do lists haunt me, and that bathroom of ours never seems to just clean itself. Ugh. If only. Time seems to stop and while I don't like it, God does. He wants to remind me that life can not always be so speedy. We have to stop and smell the roses. We have to sit in silence to know what we really want out of life. We need to be bored. We need to desire more. We can't always be in a state of euphoria out in the world. It seems easier to run away from our home. To forget what needs to be tended too. To listen to other people's problems even if we are understanding every other word because it is in German-and we don't know them. It is important to have those rainy Sundays. To revaluate our lives, make those new to do lists and get a little bored. It is what fuels us to get back into the world tomorrow.