I promise I haven’t forgotten about any of you.
In fact, I’ve been trucking along slowly behind the rest of you, reading posts as I find time. Time, now, is something I recently gained more of. I made some major decisions that have drastically altered what my schedules look like on a daily basis. That alone is taking some getting used to and can be a struggle some minutes, but tonight I gained some newer perspective from a potted plant. I received the most beautiful flowers from a dear darling friend of mine and smiled a geninue smile for what seemed like the first one in weeks. The flowers alone were enough to make my night, but the time it took to make the selection? To order and organize the shipment?
The sentiment? Good lord, how beautiful.
Driving home, recoiling from an intense workout for the night, I sat back and saw the sleet cascading itself energetically against the windshield wipers, I smiled again. And because of the potted flowers sitting in the living room, waiting for tomorrow’s sunlight for its first bath, I gained a fresh perspective from a potted plant.
I’m happy to be alive.
