Sleeping Demons, Singing Angels

Today is a beautiful day.

And I'm not talking about the weather.

I woke up relatively early, read in bed for awhile, a luxury I don't often indulge in I might add. Got up, got ready, met my advisor and did some official errands etc. Picked up lunch at the cafe in Wilbur Cross - which has some amazing stuff I might add. Signed some paperwork etc. Walked around a bit.

I really had forgotten the calm beauty of Storrs when the students are mostly all gone. It's as if the town/campus reaches a sense of inner peace that just pervades the environment. And it has it's effect on those who are still here.

It comes to me now that the majority of my unease has probably been a type of withdrawal...adreneline detox perhaps? For the first time in about 6 years I don't have anything that I am rushing to get done, no major life crisis that needs to be dealt with. I'm hopeful and seeing a bright future, with no immediate clouds hanging over my head. For the first time since I started grad school I have an honest to god break...nothing looming. Sure there are things I need to do - but they are things that I want to do, which puts them in an entirely different context really.

So the plan for today. Enjoy lunch. Read the latest Mary Russell-Holmes adventure/mystery. Write thank-you notes. Have dinner with an old friend. In short, enjoy my life as a young woman in her mid-20's with the world out there to explore.

Any demons I might play host to are out or sleeping. My better angels are singing softly. And the pervasivness of the soft and gentle atmostphere of a university stretching and enjoying it's time off is exerting itself to my very soul.

Today is a beautiful day.