Some days are just sent from the Universe with care. Well, all of them are, really. But some of them you know were assembled with immense purpose.
Today symbolized a closing of sorts. The close of summer running weather. The close of THE marathon. The close of THE wedding. The close of a tumultuous chapter at work. The close of doubt. The close of rushingrushingrushing to get to the next period of rushingrushingrushing. Perhaps closing is the wrong word. More so The Return.
A Return to kindness. A Return to positivity. A Return to joy. A Return to wonder. A Return to love. A Return to kindness. A Return home.
I was going to run after work. I suited up and realized that my headphones were still at the office. So I went anyway, listening to my breathing fight against the cold. Then I stopped and walked and listened to the world. Have you noticed how nice it is out there, lately? The trees are turning. It feels like everything is being remade from a previous version.
It occurred to me that I haven’t given true thanks and felt truly in the NOW in far too long. So, I have returned.
The rest of the year I’ll live as fast as I need to at work, but as slow as I can at home. I need to slow down allover. I need to stop making everything a fight and a battle and a medal of honor and instead make everything about what counts … (you know the answer) … the right now. The people we love. The lives we cultivate.