I woke up at 11 and I could not believe how good my soul felt. I don't know if it was because of the good things that my dreams showed me, or if because the weather outside was fantastic, or if I just felt Sunday in my bones. Regardless, I feel good today.
The first thing I wanted to do was get up and finish my Photo assignment. My head was being swarmed with ideas of what I could do, and so immediately, I hopped out of bed, grabbed my camera, and started snapping shots. When my ideas went beyond the inside of my house, the sky outside overwhelmed me with an aching bliss. I smiled.
I smiled as if it was winter and overnight turned summer. I ran out with my boxers and salmon shirt and my Oliver Twist boots on. My hair was a tangled mess and I did not even let myself brush my teeth. I just wanted to sit on my porch, squint from the brightness of the day, take long deep breaths, and wish that I shaved my legs.
And as I sat there on my porch, texting my JDao about how worried she was about me, I further became at ease with myself. And I realized I am alright, as I always am.
The shock of the moment you realize somebody does not want to be in your life anymore almost shook me down completely. And as that process went on, I forgot how many times I have gotten passed this same exact situation. And so why was I being less of my strengths? In some ways, I'm glad I've been whining and complaining. Because now I've gotten passed the worst with myself and I am at peace again. And besides, when ever something in my life falls apart, something else flourishes. So to be an optimist, my life is always with the gracious balance of the good things and the bad. Also, things always work out for the best anyway. There has never been a time in life that my life did not fall into place.
It is Sunday. It is Sunday and it is beautiful outside. And it is all mine!
The first thing I wanted to do was get up and finish my Photo assignment. My head was being swarmed with ideas of what I could do, and so immediately, I hopped out of bed, grabbed my camera, and started snapping shots. When my ideas went beyond the inside of my house, the sky outside overwhelmed me with an aching bliss. I smiled.
I smiled as if it was winter and overnight turned summer. I ran out with my boxers and salmon shirt and my Oliver Twist boots on. My hair was a tangled mess and I did not even let myself brush my teeth. I just wanted to sit on my porch, squint from the brightness of the day, take long deep breaths, and wish that I shaved my legs.
And as I sat there on my porch, texting my JDao about how worried she was about me, I further became at ease with myself. And I realized I am alright, as I always am.
The shock of the moment you realize somebody does not want to be in your life anymore almost shook me down completely. And as that process went on, I forgot how many times I have gotten passed this same exact situation. And so why was I being less of my strengths? In some ways, I'm glad I've been whining and complaining. Because now I've gotten passed the worst with myself and I am at peace again. And besides, when ever something in my life falls apart, something else flourishes. So to be an optimist, my life is always with the gracious balance of the good things and the bad. Also, things always work out for the best anyway. There has never been a time in life that my life did not fall into place.
It is Sunday. It is Sunday and it is beautiful outside. And it is all mine!
