coffee, washing machine

Awash in the busyness of a Tuesday

Today I love the softness of summer days as they linger and marinate in the sweetness of juicy strawberries and fun weekends and lapping, shoreline water. I love that I am traveling a lot more than I used to, and yet I’m still just minutes from the place where I grew up and discovered love. I love that no one ever really took the time to teach me to hate, that the closest I come to hatred is not understanding others and that I am consciously aware that that is all that that is, lack of understanding. I love that at this point in my life I am able to question my thoughts and determine whether or not they are positive or negative. I love that I am more inclined to deal positively with my negative thoughts than I ever have been before, though some situations still challenge me greatly.

Today I love that I am more likely to try for longer to make a friendship work than to give up on it these days. I love that friendships are important to me because their existence is a positive force in both parties’ lives. I love that when people make excuses to not be friendly, that means they are already engaged in the process of thinking about that friendship and that there is a chance that they will realize that the excuses are things that can be left behind as they become more positive. I love that growing up doesn’t mean growing old, funny how our language works, some people have already grown old without growing up.

Today I love the Tuesday-ness of this whole day, how very dragon-boaty it is, how warm and easy the weather is. I love that it is threatening rain with random drops and the odd one is tapping on my foot as it hangs out of the shelter of the front porch where I’m holed up writing this post and other things that need written. I love how busy this day is on paper, with its huge list of things that need doing like laundry and groceries and writing and dragon boat bailing and conversations about deals and gigs and promotions and stuff. And I love how, even though this day seems busy on paper, in the breath of it, it is laid back and easy, just a lazy river of time flowing between two banks so close you could jump from one to the other as you follow it down to the ocean of days-end where all the other days have gone before it.

Today I love grabbing yet another cup of coffee on my way to the laundry room to help this day along to its grand finale.