I want to remember last week because it was hard. Obviously it wasn’t Syrian Refugee hard but it was a tricky beast nonetheless. It was one of those weeks that felt like we started off on the wrong foot. The feeling of imbalance made me want to begin again and it was only Monday at that point. Sometimes the only way out is through so on the week continued. While I didn’t get the requested do-over, I did get a bump in the road that presented a new opportunity. I was hit with a virus and that simplified things rather quickly. I took up residence on the bathroom floor for a spell and suddenly I wasn’t interested in my head space any longer. Ironically, that’s when the week began to improve. Everyone craves their own kind of comfort after these events and for me it’s chicken noodle soup and a Tom Hanks movie. Garrett obliged on both accounts after a ridiculously long work day I might add. Neither one of us really wanted to use our words, which was actually rather lovely. We climbed in bed to snuggle and watch Larry Crowne on the laptop. It was the perfect medicine for so many reasons.
The happy go lucky side of me often wants to barrel through the uncomfortable to get to the other side. Which can often be helpful as opposed to the times I wish to wallow in all the injustice of the world. The thing of it is, even once you’re on the other side of things more uncomfortable will be there too. My one word this year is present and as always it shows up in all the right places. (Instead of a New Years resolution I focus on a word throughout the entire year.) Time and time again I hear the gentle reminder asking me if I can just be present. In the now. In the waiting. In the stress. In the happy. In the good and bad alike. Can I sit with it all and trust or be scared (or whatever the feelings look like) fully present in the here right now? It really is a gift. It’s the only time we’ve got and now is the only time it’s really here.
The rest of the week was rather quiet and wonderful. We had Sunday afternoon together which is better than ice cream in my opinion. A gloomy afternoon spent drinking coffee and watching documentaries without any thought of time. It’s a treat to be able to do things unplanned. We made fried rice and even took a walk. Garrett found a recipe he wanted to try out and we jumped in the car for Sprouts. We went hand in hand up and down every isle browsing and picking out everything we wished to try. We found our ingredients and picked out our next tea to savor. It was slow and lovely and to be honest I think I enjoyed it all the more because of the week.
The grand adventure isn’t when it’s now.
