I’m still ruing my failure to read as much as I’d like to right now.
I’m grateful that I’ve been able to listen more. I’m discovering what people I care about want. For birthdays. For life. My girls said they wanted to watch a sunrise.
I implored them to get up early and I’d drive them east to see it.
They refused. (They stayed up all night instead.) We did as planned, and I got lost, but kept driving toward the sun. We wound up pulled off the road at a farm, conversing with cows and awaiting el sol.
The adventure did nothing to help my workload or help me catch up on blog reading.
But damn, did it fuel my soul. The sun was spectacular. The laughter priceless. Being together kicked ass. This’ll be one of the memories of lockdown I’ll want to keep forever.
What are you grateful for this week?
Observing more. I see things I hadn’t before, in myself and in my environment. What’s more, the stuff I don’t like is bothering me less. I’m able to let those things float away.
Opportunities. This Groundhog Day shit is for the birds. (Actually, the birds don’t mind it so much.) But we have chances right now. I don’t have to spell them out for you. You know what they are. What can you address or fix, big or small? Right now, without the ability to do all, we can do something.
Omeletes. Hell yes. Add sausage, bacon, mushrooms, Frank’s Red Hot. Bacon (yes, again), cheese. Lots of cheese. Put that bad boy in a tortilla, even.
Onions! On your omelet, or burger, or Philly cheesesteak … and onion rings …
Optimism. I’m not so optimistic how my jeans will fit someday, even though I’m dropping weight a bit under lockdown. But other stuff? I’m learning to cope, to deal. To not chase away the ugly, but to confront it.
To remember there’s a divinity in us, even those who pack Wal-mart without face masks. That the Rockies are going to be good when baseball starts again. That Camdyn’s season will restart.
That my new way to work and freelance will become an amalgamation of what I did then and what I do now. This is gonna work out, y’all. You’ll see.
In the meantime … pass the onion rings.
E is for End-of-your-career awards
F is for Frank, my uncle
H is for ✊🏻 haiku (my quarantine journal)
L is for learn