The Joy of Being Home
Christmas is always a happy, warm and fuzzy time for me. Somehow I always associated it with family, friends, gifts, good times and an opportunity to reflect and be grateful for all I have. Over the years, home has transformed from being the typical family home / walauwa type scene where everyone lived together and converged during Christmas and other holidays; to a more single unit family home to a smaller unit and now almost solo unit.
Yet the feeling of home though different, is still there. And for this I am very grateful because no matter where I roam, I know when I come back to the noise, hustle and bustle, heat & humidity, this is a place I can always call home and feel at ease and at peace.
Today was one such day where I managed to spend some time at home just pottering, putting up décor and though I was answering work calls (while on leave), I still managed to find some quiet time to just be. And it was truly bliss.
I don’t understand how so many live running from room to room, event to event without taking the time to just stay and be at ease in one’s own space. Being alone with yourself teaches you a lot about yourself and teaches you resilience in the face of many things. Many can’t handle this and need white noise. I am glad I don’t need any white noise. I enjoy the sounds of the birds outside, the plants knocking on the window in the breeze and just myself and my thoughts. And it has made me more aware and much stronger than I have been before.
So this season, in the midst of all the rushing around, find some time to just be with yourself in the place you call home.
