You’d think I’d be reduced to tears at seeing my old way of life crumble. But I’m not. I’m glad.
Even though the commitment to look at my life, really look, is sometimes hard, it’s also really good.
I find myself looking at the sky, my kids, the rain, listening to the swell of the wind or the music on my radio, and I’m in awe.
There’s something about life. You know?
That got me thinking about how to be purposeful in recognizing the things that make me stop and wonder. I want to commit to at least every other Thursday giving a nod to the things that make me stop and say, “There’s something about . . . ”
There’s something about Thursday. We’re almost to the end of the week. Maybe it can become a time where together we find that something to think about.
Maybe you can notice and wonder with me. So for today, how would you complete the sentence: There’s something about . . . ?