snowflakes

And then the snow fell

Today I love looking forward and seeing all the potential for joy and happiness and love. I love that, although things can go bad, I’ve realized that to waste time worrying about things that can go wrong just makes the damage from those things worse. I love that if things I might have worried about don’t go wrong and I haven’t been worrying about them then there’s no damage done at all. I love that if something I might have worried about actually happens I can say that I at least didn’t waste time worrying about it ’cause that wouldn’t have stopped it anyway. I love that I spend a fair bit of time enjoying imagining the wonderful things that could happen, might happen, should happen in a world where  good is possible. I love that sometimes those things do happen, proving that this is a world where good is possible. I love the good that can come from looking forward, love that sometimes putting things out there seems to make them happen, love that there is still surprise when something good happens, even if you were thinking it and hoping for it and counting on it maybe just a little bit.

Today I love grey skies that threaten winter weather but seem to hold off like they’re sorry about what is coming. I love that this winter may be the first one that I take a holiday in the middle of, love that adventures are still piling up and this might just be one of them, because I’ve been considering a holiday and so far no problem has presented itself that could make that not happen. I love winter and I love snow and I love cold and I love how this season refreshes my part of the world, fallows the land and cleanses the air and shuts down certain viruses and just makes everything restart, renew, re-do.

Today I love being in my Wednesday office. I love that I watched a couple arrive separately and realize they had chosen separate tables and then without seeing what the other was doing, they both picked up their stuff and moved to the other table so they were still at separate tables, and then they realized what they had done and they laughed. I love that they thought it was funny. I love how little everyday things that happen can be accepted and enjoyed if you realize that the difference between irritating and humorous is just perception. I love that as I sat here in my Wednesday office, writing this post, the grey, threatening skies that were apologetically holding off have held off as long as they could and are now apologetically letting the snow fall.

Today I love drinking coffee at my Wednesday office as the snow comes down and reminds me of plans to travel.