I'll stay still, I'll listen

Well I just woke up from a nap and it's a very quiet evening.  I'm grateful that I live in a small complex down at the end of a dead-end street next to a forest.  I can hear the neighbor's dog barking (he's a good boi).  I can hear the faint footsteps someone in the building.  I have a soft light on and I'm watching the fading daylight through my bedroom window.  I'm listening to my body, my stomach is a little unhappy.  My knee injury hurts a bit, but it's very mild.  My elbows are a little sore, oddly.  But I'm mostly comfortable.  Little aches and pains are part of living.  And I'm alive.

Still no doors opening for improvements in my job and housing cost.  It's forcing me to stay still.  Sometimes staying still is a good thing.  I actually really like where I live and what I do, even though the circumstances are not ideal.  I don't want to let this time pass by without appreciating the good things about it.  Maybe the quietness means change is just around the corner.  Maybe when this is over I'm going to miss it.  So yeah I'll stay still, I'll listen.