Today I love this wild weekend of activity and excitement. I love being in the thick of all the things going on. I love that going to the market is its own kind of wild and yet it’s also like being in the calm of the storm after yesterdays busy happenings and getting things done today so we can curl again tonight. I love how there is so much to think about and still lots to do in this life. I love that I may be doing things very backwards, given how old I am and the things that seem to be available to me in my future. I love that I participate in more structured activity now than I did in my twenties and thirties and possibly more than I did in my teens if you don’t count school. I love that I’m just hanging right on the edge of staying healthy though I have issues that I wouldn’t wish on anyone. I love that I refuse to let my fibro run my life. I love that my mantra is “if it’s going to hurt anyway, I’m damned well never going to let it stop me.” and I haven’t! I love moving forward with plans for newer and bigger and better and more exciting adventures.
Today I love that we got to talk to friends and relatives at the farmers’ market. I love that relatives are just friends who know more of your secrets. I love how great it is to know your breakfast is going to be exactly what you wanted and always so good at the market. I love how the market changes with the seasons, and I love how much I’m looking forward to its summer self when it is bursting at the seams with vendors and produce and customers and tourists and joy and chatter and goodness.
Today I love that lunch came from the market also, though I’m not sure if it will be the Syrian food we bought there or if it will be omelettes made from market fare. I love how we slept late and still made it to breakfast. I love that the days are dawning earlier and the evenings are arriving later. I love that it was still somewhat light out last night at six when the open mic was over. I love how ready everyone is for spring. I love that winter isn’t over yet. I love that I just bought new cross country skis … well, new to me. I love how I still have a love hate relationship with that new truck.
Today I love drinking coffee on a lazy Saturday morning in the calm of this busy weekend.