life is…
In a bad play off a terrible 70s cartoon (if you’re over a certain age, you know exactly what I am talking about):
life is …
- a pink collar with daisies on a large, overactive black Lab
- October trees against a blue sky
- perhaps, finally, getting the meds right
- a stack of to be read (TBR) books, none of which is academic
- the first, piping hot cup of coffee in the morning
- playing pool against Chris and being able to hold my own
- losing a little bit of weight
- trying a new recipe but knowing you can order out for pizza if you completely screw it up
- walking around town late at night, in the quiet, with a piping hot cup of tea
- finding pants almost tailored to fit me, J Crew no less, at the thrift store (and a new pair of nine west heels, never been worn)
- whatever it turns out to be, not just the moment you wake up, but over and over again, each moment of the day.
Again from Thoreau:
We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep.