It’s 2:30 in the afternoon. I ended up sleeping for maybe an hour, before I had to get up for church. The sermon was good, yet gave me a bittersweet feeling. This was my last Sunday there for a while, as my parents are relocating to another state and I’m off to school by week’s end. I said goodbye to a few dear friends, gave hugs, and breathed out a sigh. There’s a sort of tenderness that comes with having to say goodbye. Sometimes it’s heartfelt, and other times it’s bitter, but farewells sharpen the sensitivity of the soul. Imagine: years could pass before seeing them again. And for some, it might be the last time. This isn’t pessimism, of course. It’s perspective.
The day has been perfect. Yes, I woke up at 3 this morning after only four or so hours of sleep and a terrible knot of nerves the night before. Yes, I only have a few more days left here in this state. Yes, I have a daunting school year ahead of me that I’m not entirely sure how I feel about. Yes, there is a mountain of uncertainty in front of me, an eternity of bank pages and unseen plot twists. But today has been and will continue to be perfect, and here are a few reasons why:
-the whir of an electric mixer, the smell of freshly baked sweet-bread, culminating in the warm delicious perfection of the exact middle piece of coffee cake
-the sizzle of a hot skillet as you scramble eggs, fry bacon
-the strong bitter-sweet taste of drinking a liquid blanket coffee, warm and cozy
-soothing electronica with enough bass to pulse through you, keeping steady time as words spill out on the screen
-the lingering smells in a kitchen recently cooked in
-the hot and hazy humidity that sheaths you in a second skin, dog days of summer, long and lazy
-the promise of friendship, family, angels, soul twins
There is plenty to be grateful for, and not just int he month of November. I am filled with joy. In fact, I am overflowing, radiating, with contentment and gratitude. This is how it feels to be glowing orange. I am bursting with love, with life, with hope. My heart is revived, pumping fierce; my lungs ready to embrace every moment of every breath I take. Evidently when I got dressed today, I was anticipating this abundant sense of peace and alive-ness. I leave you with the words of my t-shirt:
We each have a purpose, so make each breath worth it.