I have grown a habit over the past year or so
We might also label it a “quirk”
(And perhaps it was genetically engineered by my overly optimistic parents and then reinforced by twenty-eight years with an outlandishly bright-side husband.)
My habit is that I try to start each morning with the sentence: “I’m going to love you, beautiful day.”
Some days, I don’t even mean it a little bit.
Today, I mean it in every way.
Today feels new, but also worn-in and familiar, like a soft blanket.
Today feels like the best of summer and autumn, colliding in sparkles and cute boots.
Today feels like a possibility of epic proportions.
And it might not be.
It might end up being ordinary.
Or medium.
Or no-good.
But I’m finding that I still like starting by clicking the bar into place here:
I’m going to love you, beautiful day.
Because I am.
How’s your day shaping up?
Also? It’s right to add that I’m totally wearing the cute boots! 85 degrees or not, I’m wearing the boots!
Boots will definitely weight the scales toward living a day…good move!
When Tony told me that it was 45 degrees this morning I was thinking of pulling out the cute boots as well! I also am trying to delight in this beautiful day. Step one – calling the Dr. because I’m just not feeling like myself lately!
Bring on The Boots! 🙂
A cute pair of shoes, boots or any others makes the day wonderful!
I wanna see the boots!
Bo- beautiful post. Thank you. I have a question: I would love to be in the Beautiful Battlefields study this Fall. How do I sign up?
Marci – I believe you can sign up online but I could be wrong about that. You can always stop by the church office, Mon-Thursday or after any service for the next two weeks. I’d love to see you there!
Haha! Yesterday I wore my favorite scarf just cause it was fallish! I feel like I have a different quirk, but one that grows in the same quirk grove:
I actively celebrate the day. Particularly the weather of the day. If it’s cool I will ponder the fact that it is cool and really feel it. If it’s sunny I will face the sun, close my eyes, and hold out my arms to catch every drop.
I will drive out of my way to go down that one street where the trees are so full of life that their branches reach all the way across and meet in the middle.
If it’s raining…well I don’t really like the rain, but I love scarves and mugs of coffee from home and rainy music.
I love the day! And I love the way you write about it. Beautiful and minimal, love.