One of my goals for my second year of blogging is to make things a bit more personal; write about me and my life just a little bit more. I think it’s silly to try too hard to make your blog fit in a perfect box, when life itself does not work that way. Part of what makes a house a home is the personalities and quirks of those who inhabit it. And believe me, I have quirks to spare. So expect a few more doses of these ramblings, filed under “thoughts on life.”
Do you ever have those moments where you are just so chill and happy, enjoying the present moments in life? Not happy in a jumping-up-and-down with excitement way. Not happy in an I-just-won-the-lottery way. More like a quiet, peaceful, contentedness where you are just so relaxed and chill that nothing could bother you.
That happy contentedness flooded me Saturday morning, that led to much deep thinking.
I awoke early Saturday morning,despite staying up all too late the night before playing Dr. Mario on the Wii. [Don't. Even. Ask.] I was beyond excited to have my second consecutive weekend at home in since the move, because it meant I had time to do all sorts of projects. However, I didn’t feel rushed to get started at all.
Walking the mile to my local farmers’ market was sweaty work, but still enjoyable. With so many beautifully landscaped homes in my town, walks always give me something to look at. I don’t usually love new construction, but the newer homes in Vienna were built in a gorgeous vintage craftsman style, blending perfectly with the grand older homes.
Oh, the vegetables spilling out onto the tables at more than a dozen vendors’ stalls were just oozing with delicious ripeness. I had to be careful not to buy too many, keeping in mind that there were only two of us to feed, not to mention that I had to carry my organic bounty home.
Ah, the fresh veggies of summer.
On that walk home, I realized I felt great. And when I spotted a bird energetically cleaning himself in a deep puddle, in a manner so humorous and clumsy that I couldn’t help but giggle out loud, I stopped to enjoy the show. What harm was there in taking a moment – less than one minute, even – to enjoy the world around me? It was worth every second. And when he flew away, I continued my walk home – thinking how often we see something like that bird, and rush by it, thinking we’re too busy to take that moment.
When I reached my house, I set down my groceries, and turned on the sprinkler. I ran through it a few times, feeling a bit childish, but not minding in the least. Cooled down and face rinsed, I unpacked my veggies and set off on a day of errands and projects. It was during those errands that all these thoughts came to me. I’m always rushing from task to task, wanting to do things right now! Immediately!
And what’s the rush? I can always finish building those nightstands tomorrow.
As for you all – have a great end of weekend, and don’t forget to take some time to smell the flowers; fall will be here before we know it.
Loving the variety of heirloom cherry tomatoes.