Last week we had a couple days that though still cold, were sunny and beautiful. One day I realized that if I put my head at the foot of the bed I could look out my window and see nothing but the sun. I spent a good twenty minutes just lying there soaking it in and pretending I didn’t know the ground was still blanketed with snow and ice. It was a reminder that there is light, even in the midst of darkness and that winter won’t last forever. It is strange how something as simple as the sun shining through the clouds can fill a person with the hope and anticipation of change.
This morning I awoke before my roommates, and though I would have loved another half hour of sleep, I forced myself to get out of bed in hopes of encouraging productivity today. I like it when the apartment is quiet and still- there is something that feels very welcoming and safe about it. So I made myself some coffee (okay, Nescafe) and I just sat at the kitchen table to think about nothing.
Sun streaming through bedroom windows, quiet mornings with hot coffee…these are the beautiful things in life. And truthfully, life is too big not to focus on the little things. I’ve done a pretty excellent job lately of looking too far into the future. I’ve found the haze and blurriness of my future to be stressful and unsettling. And really, I’m not sure why. I think perhaps the fact that we don’t know what awaits us should be viewed more as a gift than a frustration. Life will figure itself out, right? It always does. I think today might be waiting to be beautiful.