My dishwasher, for instance, is a nuisance. Who would have thought that a simple household appliance could cause so much chaos in my mind? When it is running, I have to retreat upstairs. Nobody can be heard when it is running, and I can't even gather my own thoughts.
I don't know if the issue is age or maturity, but I value quiet more with each day that passes. I value when the only sounds I hear are the crackling fire, or the birds that make weird noises on my roof, or the kids playing.
We live in a noisy world and when I carelessly (and unnecessarily) add more noise to it, life loses a little sweetness.
I am looking forward to my quiet life in 2013. A quiet life filled with the sounds of God talking to me, and my kids giggling and the soft snoring of our black Lab, Lady.