the highway

Loving the road

Today I love new starts. I love finding out whether I’m on track for my next big adventure and today is the day I find that out. I love that I’m sorry I’m not sharing what that is yet, but I’m also so excited that, as sorry as I am, I’m not really able to feel sorry so it really is a case of “Sorry, not sorry!” I love that I continue down this road of living my life joyously and that, while there are things in my life that might make others live with trepidation or even stop immersing themselves in the joy of being alive, I am not one of those. I love that I have an appointment soon to see if there is something that can be done about my rattling old lungs that might be revealed now in the light of new diagnostic technology. I love that I am on the road today and although I have far to travel, there may be new socks in it for me and since my socks are all starting to head south these days, bunching up around my ankles and trying to hide and take cover in the bottoms of my boots. I love that we are heading south and that’s where I hope to find new socks. I love that if I don’t get new socks today, at least my ankles will be kept warm and as a bonus they get to pretend they’re back in the eighties and are wearing leg warmers.

Today I love that we have company coming for a week. I love that there is a chance that apple pies will be made. I love that there is company coming to the cottage next weekend and hopefully the weather will be decent enough because the plan is to barbecue and when the plan is to barbecue I’ve never let weather stop me.

Today I love that I am at home in this world. I love that people are the things in my world that make the most impact. I love that I found out early in life that not knowing people who were different from me was never a good reason for fear or hatred or even avoidance. I love that my world becomes more diverse with each day of my life and that I am the wealthier for that. I love that my wealth cannot be measured, cannot be counted by the bank, cannot be assessed by the local municipality for property tax purposes, and yet it grows as surely as interest rates and as steadily as lease payments. I love that I share my wealth here daily and even as I share it, it grows. I love that my wealth is love.

Today I love drinking coffee on the road as we head of in search of new answers, new directions, and maybe some socks.