- Excitement is 8 hrs of sleep.
- Sadness is sly.
- Goodness is difficult though richer and bravery, uncomfortable.
- Dating is the opposite of whimsical.
- Loss is a landmark.
- Marriage though fancied, seems further away.
- Love is abstract.
- Relationships are complex. Friendships, definitely included.
- Travel is the fresh breath of air.
- Babies are a less foreign concept.
- Mustaches are less creepy—nay, are attractive.
- Protein is essential.
- Trans-fats are strayed from.
- Risk is risky.
- A nice walk is a must.
- Los Angeles is less scary.
- New York is less dreamy.
- Cooking is therapy and extravagant.
- Education is missed.
- Embarrassment is rare.
- Loneliness is intentional.
- Solitude is necessary.
- A 30 yr. old isn’t old at all.
- Dependence is anchored by few. Secrets are shared with fewer.
- Money is both fuel and futile.
- Savings accounts are a luxury.
- Dreams are more doable and dreams are less dreamy.
- Beer or a glass of wine does a body good. Every night.
- Stretching is crucial.
- Religion is less authoritative.
- Spirituality is fundamental.
- Expectations are both wide and deep.
- There are never enough bullet points.
- Free lunch that communicates “welcome to the team.”
- Long over-due phone calls.
- Sitting beside a friend, getting our own work done while resting in a comforting yet space-giving presence.
- Driving through a light mist.
- Heavy honesty.
9.1-9.3 // 1. Labor day BBQ calls for a couple of things. For me: cupcakes. 2. After what felt like hours upon hours, success came in the size of two dozen mini Blue Moon cupcakes! 3. A friend of mine caught fresh halibut and what you see is the best orange infused baked fish dish I’ve ever feasted on. 4. My friend’s sweet backyard wonderland. Lights lit and conversations flooded the air. 5. An anticipated need-to-be-productive Labor day (irony) was aided by a home-cooked breakfast.
I’m thankful for the rarity but reality of an 8 hour deep sleep. I’m thankful for rest that is adamant. I’m thankful for the sound of the planes in the middle of the day, afternoon and night and even when I’m in my backyard reading—and reading itself, for it uncovers longing, familiarity and adventure. I admit though, the sound of the planes competes with your voices/texts/tweets and for that I am also thankful for. I am thankful for refreshing new company, renewed old company and the blood and heart both have seem to interwoven in my spirit that creates a sigh of uninterrupted joy.
I’m thankful for childhood albums and before and after photos. My have we’ve grown a lot all the while not very much at all. And my have we’ve also perhaps grown apart. But I’m thankful for lingering hugs and elongated sentences when we do correspond. I’m thankful for letters written and received, conversations with coffee-colored steam or just a short walk by what now has been my frontyard’s subtle sea. I’m thankful for invitations to dinner parties, gatherings and wedding celebrations and long tables and lit lamps outdoors that spur community, creativity and the occasional cocktail or three.
I’m thankful for surviving not just trials and tragedy, but other people. I’m thankful for relationships. Close and distant, near or far, and one still to be discovered–how it still challenges the heart with the same mystery. I’m thankful for feeling and curiosity. I’m thankful for healing and for warm and prayerful hands who have led me away from a cold spirit (the kind that is deathly). I’m thankful for honesty that soothes and hurt that sharpens, how interchangeable they can be and how changeable I myself can be. I’m thankful for change. The kind in my heart and even in my pockets.
I’m thankful for the overall steadiness of an acknowledged blessed life filled with family, friends, faith and even food. Yes food. I’m thankful for family who pays for expensive face cream, friends who make you blended smoothies and faith that endows me with grace-laced perspective. And I am thankful that the simplicities that uproot all intricacies are not faced by myself and only me. I’m thankful for the Holy Spirit who goes on behalf of me when I fail, when I flee and when I’m fed up. Thankful to be led by unrelenting power, amidst undeniable life circumstances alongside thankful’s creator Himself, Jesus Christ.
The time is ripe for looking back over the day, the week, the year, and trying to figure out where we have come from and where we are going to, for sifting through the things we have done and the things we have left undone for a clue to who we are and who, for better or worse, we are becoming.