I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort this morning when I woke up to the sunlight sneaking into my bedroom. Carefully maneuvering it's rays around the curtains on my bedroom window, the sun found its way onto my bed and shined its sunbeams into my eyes. I realize there are people who hate when that happens. That's not me. Even at the shittiest of times I feel grateful every morning I wake up. I smile because waking up means I've been given another day to live. Sounds melodramatic, but in the past year I've learned how to appreciate everything more, including life. With the skies clear, the sun sitting fat and happy in the sky, I waltzed my happy ass outside to take it all in from the balcony of my house.
Everything moves me these days.
Most of my afternoon was productive. I dove into work from 10am - 5pm. I kept getting distracted from my to-do list because I couldn't stop myself from daydreaming in the key of nostalgia. To keep with my promise of being completely honest with myself and everyone else in my life, I must admit, I am truly a nostalgic being. That character trait was once my mortal enemy, challenging me, then forcing me to submit to its darker side because it knew my weaknesses, thoroughly. Not so much now. I've learned how to stand up for myself and look nostalgia right in the face when it approaches me. I deal with it instead of hiding from it. I've learned to forgive. Through the art of forgiveness, I'm learning how to handle and cope with all of the memories I have from my life. I don't regret anymore, as I have in the past. Plus, living my life day-to-day, like I'll never get the chance to wake up again with the sun in my eyes; this way of living helps me in my present life to live each day to the fullest amount possible. Its no surprise I'm busy 24/7 now. That's called living.
I should emphasize the "-ing", at the end of that word.
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