It has been a minute since writing last. January was my birthday month and it indeed was quite a month of celebration. It started New years Day, reading the memories of the past year from the Joy Jar, laughing, smiling and giggling sharing all the wonderful moments. I had the best birthday I’ve had in years, and the month just got better from there. A great gift of my dream job.
And now I am balancing that dream job with working in the garden, editing my book, studying to become Catholic, writing for myself (because I have to) and having a wonderful life. And isn’t that the way life is? It is a magic balancing act.
The night before my birthday there was a quiet moment where I looked over at my handwritten journal as I was getting ready to write and it occurred to me…while my life is not prefect, it is exactly what I want it to be. I am exactly where I want to be and with whom. In this precarious, amazing, complicated, happy, crazy balancing act.
Life is short. There is laundry to fold, lessons to learn, a few more pounds to lose, a kitchen to clean, and life to live. And in those quiet moments, between raindrops, between the hands on the clock, between heartbeats and the right an the wrong…we should always remember what makes us happy. And go after it. Beleive it in it. Thrive on it.