So it’s been one of those mornings when:
1) I woke up at 5:30am, willing myself back to sleep, because do I really want this day to be longer than necessary?
2) Since sleep was unfortunately elusive, I decided to take the dogs for a walk and discovered a gorgeous lilac bush at the park near my house. Lilacs always remind me of my mom (who liked to trim blooms for our house every spring) so I decided to bring some home and put next to my favorite reading chair.
3) After saying good morning to the plants in my pseudo-Victory Garden in the kitchen, I settled down for a cup of coffee and noticed, for the first time, which cup I picked.
Now, I don’t set New Year’s resolutions, but I do pick a word and set an intention for every year. And my word for 2020 was BLOOM.
And then I thought, even though most Quarantine days right now do not feel at ALL like “me” (I garden? Needlepoint? Wake up at sunrise??) …just maybe there’s more to me than I know.
Maybe I’m still unfolding.
Because life is unexpected.
Because if you hold onto the handle it’s easier to maintain the illusion of control… but it’s WAY more fun if you just let the wind carry you.