Drinking: a mistake – a Seattle’s Best orange latte or some such that I picked up at Borders before driving back from a seminar. I am sorry to report that it tastes like a bottle of Hawaiian Tropic smells. Bad news bears.
Listening to: Dear Companion – Ben Sollee & Daniel Martin Moore
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To me they are weeds, to her beautiful bouquets. I suppose it’s all in the naming of things.
Last night, the email and voice mail notifications kept pinging well into the evening. I was trying to just be present with my daughter. I felt the stress starting to climb up both sides of my neck. I started drafting email responses in my head. This client needs this, this case needs that, this issue needs research, I need to respond to this when she goes to sleep and on and on and on. I’m supposed to be giving her a turn. I’m supposed to be focused on coloring Belle’s hair the appropriate shade of brown. I turned off the phone, but then began to worry. And then something clicked. It was in the swish of a yellow skirt on an old episode of Dancing With The Stars that we were watching. There was this swish and then the smiles on the faces of the dancers and the word “Joy” popped into my head. In that moment I decided, “today, I choose joy.” Not stress, not worry, not sadness over things I can’t control. Today, I choose joy. It comes so easily with cookies and crayons and silly songs about pirates. The voice mails will wait until I start all over again tomorrow.
But today, I choose joy.
by Teaworthy
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