Today I love my life. It isn’t true every day but today it is and I realized what a fabulous moment that was. It wasn’t a really exceptional day. I did my laundry, cleaned a bit, listened to the birds sing as I drank coffee and watched the sun rise. I talked to my son and two friends on the phone. I read a book and spent time with my neighbor. She makes me laugh. It was very ordinary and yet it was spectacular because each moment felt like a blessing.
In truth, I realized that for one of the first times in my life I don’t just love my life. You see my life is a daily commitment to and validation of being me. On those days when I simply love my life I am in the process of loving me.
I love my family. I love their warts and idiosyncrasies. I wish they didnt stumble, fight, or judge and I worry but it lasts only as long as it takes for me to realize their challenges knock off thr rough edges and challenge them to grow. They are perfectly imperfect and they are rising to the challenge of building thier lives in an imperfect world. I have faith in them.
I love my heart. It keeps giving with everything in me, and without expectation. On the days I do this well, I love the feeling of doing that without feeling depleted. Expectations are premeditated resentments. So when I can embrace the idea that love has no cost, then what others do with this gift is their stuff. My part is just to love them. I am free to do it without fear.
Mostly I love that I have been loved. By my family, by my friends who have love me like family and by friends who are learning me enough to become family. The power of the knowledge that we all know eachother on the inside. If we can realize that disagreement doesn’t mean rejection we can be vulnerable and reàl. Something I’ve done must have been amazing; that past must have been special to have given me such incredible gifts of the people who love me.
I love my humour, energy, and my loudness that it shocks people from their complacency. I challenge the idea that we always need order for the world to function. Sometimes we need chaos, laughter and fun to bend the straight lines into beautiful curves.
Mostly I love the purpose of my life that keeps unfolding like a magical book. Each page blank as it is opened and then words drawn by a secret pen, it’s colours mutable and infinitely complex or blessedly simple. The miracle of each day is yet to be written.
I love my life and all its blessings, including and perhaps today, most importantly, the blessing that is me.
Blessed Be Beautiful World and my part in it.
Thanks to Louise Gallagher again. Www.dareboldly.com