It came to me somewhere between mowing the lawn and taking the hedge trimmers to the wisteria today that I am happy.
It’s the sort of happy that makes you so damn glad to be alive that the feelings of joy can’t really be contained. The sort of happy that makes you stop and count your blessings and just be.
These moments are admittedly rather rare for me so I’m taking the time to get this one down on the page. And maybe someday when I’m sad, I can look back at this and remember this bliss and contentment.
I’m not normally happy to be doing yard work because, well, it’s yard work. But today is a perfect sort of day, with the brutal edge of summer just starting to get blunted by the cooling hand of fall. I’ve always loved the changing of the seasons, but this year I found myself wishing that the whole earth would just turn under my feet and bring with it everything I love about fall.
And now the trees on the mountains are blazing up in colors and the air carries with it that certain crispness that I associate with fresh-picked apples and skies so blue it takes your breath away. I feel energized by the changes going on around me, as though some creative part of me has come alive.
Work isn’t just work. It has meaning and rhythm and purpose. Even yard work is meaningful today.
I’m grateful for so many things, but near the top of that list must lie gratefulness for these moments of brightness, when my world feels whole and I am glad to be in it. When I can see how even the little things are treasures beyond compare.
Today, I can laugh at all the things that worry me on other days. Today, I can embrace everyone with a whole heart.1 Today, I am happy.
- Figuratively. I don’t do hugs. ↩