I have noticed that I have perfected the habit of Waiting. I wait for the perfect time to start something, say, marathon training. I wait to tell someone how much they really mean to me. I save my favorite clothes for special occasions. I will call/write that friend when I can really sit down and spend time doing so. I will make that recipe when we have a dinner party.
I force my self to wait more often than I realize, I am now realizing. The crazy thing is with all of this waiting, I somehow got to be 38 years old. I know, I am not old, but I thought I was still a kid.
I guess I am officially a grown up.
About 8 years ago, a dear neighbor of ours died. Her husband had just retired a month or two before, and they were going to go on a big trip, but they waited.
Every single day is such a gift. It's trite, but true. I feel that every time I see "Our Town".
A dear friend said that to keep her spirits up during a really hot run the other night, she told herself how lucky she was just to be able to run. That's a great perspective.
We are so lucky on so many different levels.
Today, I am going to bask in thankfulness, and I am going to make a commitment to be fully present in the moment. I don't want to wait, and put off what could be a beautiful moment. Sorry it's been so long since I posted something, I was waiting until I had something good to say. ;)