Last night I was a tempest. I let the weighty emotions take over, the loud, challenging ones in me met my loud-challenging desire to keep my head up. It took me too long to blow over. But by morning I had slept, and woke to my favorite face in the world.
Today I feel steadied. I just put my paints away for the day while watching rush-hour traffic backed up outside my window. I'm about to make dinner for my family of three. And Mikey just walked in the door.
A calm has set in.