I was talking to a stressed tired friend the other day and invited him to join us any day at a moments notice, because our normal is anything that helps us heal and brings new life.
Shah and I were already getting good at enjoying the moment and savoring life, but Zoya and I are truly learning to make it a daily thing. There is a part of me that still knows I need to daily do things that bring restoration, or else I could collapse into a pile of dust. I still might break down but at least I’m taking advantage of the time in still in my feet.
Some days this looks a lot more like resting on the couch or even cleaning; but dinner outside, trampoline time, walks, and gardening are becoming our normal. Outside is becoming our normal.
I don’t know why savoring life is becoming our normal. It’s partially because I’m recognizing the need and partially because I’m recognizing the gift.
I got a cat this week that may be perfect or may be a terrorizing huge mistake. I don’t know.