Without finding anything to marvel about. Or laugh about. Or ponder over.
What kind of day has it been?
Years from now when I wonder what it was I did with all of the time that passed before that moment I am wondering-I want to reflect and know it was with value.
Maybe I didn’t scale a mountain today. But I did do it. Maybe I didn’t push myself on my bike to go further than I have before. But I have done that. Maybe I didn’t dance in to the dark to celebrate a wedding. But I have done this.
Today I may have just sat in my house and weathered feeling poorly.
And if that doesn’t scream excitement, it still screams value.
I value the home we are making. It is an on going process. It’s comfort. It’s safety. It’s where I can hide. It’s where I can share my thoughts and my dreams.
I value that I have a good job. Surrounded by people who are willing to help. And willing to do, if I can’t.
I value that I have someone(s) who check on me and say “hey, how are you doing?”
I value that my day may not be packed with activity and excitement. But packed with life none the less.
I value that I can connect with people, literally, world wide. We can share our experiences and express our thoughts on current events. And in doing so we learn about one another in a way never possible like this.
I value that I can read a book and be amazed at the world in those pages.
I value that I can watch a video and laugh, for real, out loud.
I didn’t do anything exciting today. And quite honestly I wasn’t up for it if it had been scheduled.
But if I live a day that I have and fill it with value. Then I have something to write about. Talk about. And look back on.
And I get to keep this day.
Snot filled mucus brain and all.