Loving life…
Loving life.
I woke this morning to a very quiet home…
Not surprising, as it was only 4:14 am when I first woke from my deep sleep and checked the time on my phone, which was laying by my side…
Too early for anyone else to be up. The home will still be silent for the next couple of hours…
But my mind was not silent. Slowly at first, thoughts came to mind. First of the day ahead. Then other thoughts and ideas started coming…
In years past, those thoughts would be mostly of a negative nature. Horrific self talk was a standard part of my existence for so many years…
However, on this morning no particular thought was extra special, significant, or alarming…
But as I lay there, the possibility of falling back to sleep seemed to be fading quickly, so I came to a quick and decisive decision…
“Time to write,” I said aloud…
So here I sit. It is now 4:34 am. It is Thursday, February 10th…
I have bypassed my morning routine, and have hurriedly made my first cup of coffee, in order to start my writing process as soon as I could…
I am enjoying a nice dark roast. The Midnight Blend. I decided that the non flavored coffee would be the smart play at this moment, a bit of a break from the ordinary…
So what does my day hold? Where will I be in 6 hours?
Probably a coffee shop. I have been greatly enjoying my time spent at the Blackberry Market in Glen Ellyn over the last few weeks…
I am at this cafe most mornings. A nice place to get some work done, enjoy the atmosphere, and devour one of their delicious cinnamon rolls, a daily treat that has me somewhat concerned about my waste line recently…
But heck. The cinnamon rolls are so tasty, and I am worth it…
I will probably spend a couple hours at the cafe. I usually spend that time taking care of real estate stuff. Overdue paper work. Checking new listings. Scheduling any appointments or new homes I hope to preview on this day. All of this seems to run on auto pilot. Just doing what I have done for the last 16 years…
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Important things. For real estate is how I pay my bills…
But things that are becoming bit of a back drop to what has become my growing passion over the last 4 months…
Loving life.
It is hard to capture what I really mean by “loving life” in just a few sentences, but, as you may have guessed, I am going to try…
Loving life.
To me, it means being excited to get out of bed. To brush my teeth. To do my stretches. To start my coffee…
To begin my day…
Spending my days, each really just the sum of so many moments pieced together in some unexpected puzzle, as if it was some sort of joy ride…
Every encounter a chance to make someone smile. Every car ride, an opportunity to pull over and film some silly little video expressing a thought that jumps into my head…
Every stranger? A possible new friend…
This is a fun way to live. A good way to live. The way I was intended to pass my days…
Not every moment is perfect. Far from it. I still feel sadness from time to time. I feel loneliness once in a while…
But those feelings are now fleeting. Emotions that once dominated my life, are now just passing moments in time. Washed away by the tidal wave of goodness that now dominates my days…
For I realized over the last four months that I matter. I am important. I am not just a moving lump of flesh doing his time on this planet…
My thoughts matter. My feelings matter. My ideas matter…
I can make a difference in this world. And knowing that? Oh it feels so good…
I feel like a child waking up on Christmas morning every day…
For I have only recently realized that life is truly a gift…
Ken
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