I have been the kind of person, throughout too much of my life, who measures the day by the progress that's been made—against deadlines, against expectations, against you name it.
I've tried to make the days count.
But today, after going urban pecs power and all, I decided to give myself the day off. Went shopping for an outfit. Went shopping for shoes. Took my beautiful boy out to lunch. Got my hair done. At four o'clock I was in the car, driving to the baptism of a baby girl who has a world of dancers head over heels for her, at least partly because her mom, Cristina, pictured here, had long ago danced her way into our hearts.
I did nothing all day but look forward to this—this gathering of friends in celebration of a baby and a marriage. And then it happened, then I came home, and all I wanted was more song, so I turned the music on. I stood at the screened-in door and watched the night begin. There were clouds. There were stars. There was a carousel of lightning bugs. I sang to the songs. I danced alone.
One more thing: The beautiful service that honored Cristina, her husband, Jeremy, and their baby was conducted—impeccably—by a man who later introduced himself as the husband of fellow blogger, Sierra Rix. Sometimes we bloggers slip out from our shadows. Sometimes we're just standing there as no one but ourselves.
I get so much wrong in this life, but today I got right. Today there was one measure: joy.
Sounds like you had a blissful day!
Yay! for taking care of yourself and immersing yourself in the joy of life. Sounds like a wonderful day.
What a great day! You so deserve it :)
Sounds like one of those very perfect days :)!
Lovely. And it does sound like you got it exactly right!
This world of ours, which grows bigger in my mind as I grope to understand the causes and ideals that drive it, is also made warmer and less intimidating by the the ever dwindlind six degrees.
I always knew the Main Line was a "small world" but am constantly delighted by the proof!
Your day sounds perfect. And you deserved it (and many more) just like it :)
Sierra. Thank you.
And thanks to all of you others, too.
Today of the peaceful aftermath of a peaceful party.
What a beautiful day.
I like to think of you there in the night with the lightening bugs and song. I'd like to think of myself like that. That WOULD be joy.
I can relate to the need to measure and weigh every day against the brittle yardstick of "progress" (which I suppose means something different to each of us). It is SO difficult to step away from that, even for a day, and stack up scoops of ice cream instead.
I'm SO VERY glad you did, Beth! :-D Indulge...
XO
Anna
Sounds like a great day, and a good reminder. Thank you!