Today four years ago, I was wandering through the city, marveling at the lace of a hard frost. It was freezing and I was waiting outside the Uni for something to begin, something to end – maybe Tech Boy to get out of a meeting. A lot of my life is spent waiting for something to end, but for every ending it’s another beginning. I’m grateful that we live in a continuous state of starting over.
I can’t believe November is over! I can’t believe that December is just a sleep away… Does being mindful and grateful really make time seem to move faster? Or is it just the exercise of marking days? Odd, how I’ve lost some of the overarching sense of winter blahs, when I’ve had to focus to the level of… today. Now. And grabbing a second to enlarge upon why I could feel grateful. This is a hint, I’m sure, a pro-tip for life.
But, next door, the Christmas lights are already up, and across the street, they’re unloading the tree… so, on with the dance.