Today I love friends having adventures like the one my friends Bob and Caroline are on. I love that they are seeing parts of Spain that we missed, everything needs to be experienced in this world and if we team up we should be able to accomplish that. I love how people can be away and yet still be in touch, thank you social media. I love that this day here is supposed to be above freezing this afternoon and I intend to be out and about in it for a bit. I love that adventures big and small come to us all on the daily and we need not apply, just be receptive to them and they will materialize. I love that sometimes an adventure is an adventure through no other means than that we look at life that way. I love that my life has been an adventure for some time now, a massive, complex adventure made up of adventurous days and adventurous decisions, a multi-adventure, and I’m ready for more. I love that so many of my friends and acquaintances are adventurers, whether they know it or not. I love that I am an adventurer and I know it and I embrace it and relish it.
Today I love that I got disappointed by the world yesterday when the oven I was hoping to buy got sold right out from underneath me and then the sales people tried to offer me things that weren’t as good a deal and weren’t what I wanted and I declined and hung up the phone and later went shopping and we found a better deal on something that I can live with very nicely and now my faith in the universe as a random entity of no fixed concern for or against me has been restored. I love that I make myself laugh by imagining things to be personified and make up ways in which solid proof that that is not the case is actually flimsy proof that it is the case. I love this world, this life, this ego that keeps my id at bay by ridiculing its spontaneous reactions to everything.
Today I love bright spots of random knitting in well spaced locations around the house. I love that I am stepping way outside my comfort zone and willing changes to my sphere of influence where I would normally be willing everything to stay as they were for the sake of continuity. I love that every time I step outside of this zone, I do so with a false bravado that quickly reveals itself to be worthy of the name bravery. I love that the idea that bravery is fearlessness is such a load of hooey and in reality the only bravery is bravado. I love that since anyone can appear brave when they are too foolish to fear things, the truely brave people, it turns, out are all around me, and we are all warriors in the truest sense. I love the brave adventurer warriors in my world, you all rock.
Today I love sipping coffee and dreaming of cooking great new things in a few months time on my new stove and in my new oven.