It's all so quiet.

I'm sitting in my dining room thinking about a lot of things.  It's all so quiet.  I can hear distant traffic from the building of an estate down the road.  There is a plane which is just going over head.  Lots of plane traffic in Sydney.  I don't live that close to the airport but we still get the traffic from it.  Sometimes the planes are so close, I can make out how big they are and which airline it is.
The wind is beginning to pick up and I can hear how strong it is even though it has just started to bring in the southerly.  However the breeze is still hot and stifling.  I was going to start spraying weed killer but it wouldn't be safe and in the cool change is bringing some rain.  A relief to this hot day. 
My mind is forever now thinking of my training for my walk to Sydney.  It seems to be all I think about now.  I'm feeling very excited that I am aiming for this walk and everything I do at this moment in time is focussed on Jan 4 and April 11.  Yet there is still so much to do.  I'm not ever close to accomplishing it. 
My ankle is starting to ache and there is part of me that worries how my ankle will cope with all the training. Also my knee are not doing the best either.  Yet I feel, if I let the pain and discomfort of my joints dictate how I should cope, then I will never see this bucket list through.  I don't think I've ever been this focussed on anything!
The quiet in the house is so loud. My girls are at Vacation care doing some really fun stuff and I am here by myself.  Looking around I have so much to do.  The kitchen needs cleaning, dishes to be done.  I have sticky floors from daughter 2 spilling cordial or an ice block she was eating yesterday evening.  I only noticed it this morning but didn't have time to deal with it. 
I think it's so weird how loud quiet can be. Yet in my time by myself with all this quiet, it is strange.  Being alone with no noise from, TV or radio or CD doesn't make it easier to do anything because I still have to sort out or prioritise what I need to do, even though it stares me in the face.  My lounge room is a mess.  The dining room table is a clutter with all sorts of crap and I have washing to do...blah blah blah.
A long time ago before I was married, I lived by myself and after church one day I walked in to my tiny little appartment to silience.  It overwhelmed me so much and I burst into tears. I prayed God to give me someone to come home to, I wanted noise.  WHAT WAS I THINKING!  Now I ache sometimes for the quiet but when I have it, like today, I feel there is something missing.  I've just got to laugh at myself.  That must be an irony?  Isn't it?
In the quiet I am also thinking of other stuff on my bucket list and I feel I should at least write down some of the things down so you will know what else I am intending to do.
For a start I have written a play and it is being performed next year, which I am so looking forward to but on my bucket list, I have put, I wish to write 2 more plays and to perform in them. I kind of feel if I'm not getting acting work, then I need to create work for myself.
I will give you 10 more things I have put on my bucket list.  Like I said before, I may not achieve all of them or some of them might be rather unrealistic but I have nothing to lose.  It is not a race and my life won't end if I miss a few.  One thing however I fear most about life, is not change but I fear staying the same. That is probably my greatest fear with in myself.  Therefore I am willing to put the most over the top thing on my bucket list. 
OK so you know No1..Walking to Sydney in a day.  I have added walking home as well.
2. Learn to speak french fluently, 3.  Go to Europe for 6 weeks, 4. Lose 30 Kgm, 6. Save $100,00 and give$100,00, 5 Participate in a bike ride fundraiser, 6. Do a tour of my play around Australia, 7. Do a missions trek in Bolivia, 8. Read the Bible through 4x, 9. Be cast in a period piece in the UK, 10. Go on a wine tour with my husband around Australia and finally; for now (I have 54 items on my bucket list)...on my wall in the dining room, I have 2 pictures of 2 different cafe in Paris.  When I saw them for the first time, I emotionally connected with them.  I started to cry when I looked at them, they moved me that much.  Well, I want to sit at the cafes.  I want to be the person in those pictures and sit and have a latte and be a part of that picture that I felt emotional about.
If I never so anything else but do the walk to Sydney and sit at those Cafes then I have succeeded and I will have given myself and my daughters something to aim for in life...to dream and never give up on any dream.