I’ve wasted much of my life pining away for a different time, a different season, a different set of circumstances.
No more.
This year, I’ve committed to love my actual life. The one I’m really living. Right here. Right now. Today.
It’s sometimes messy. It’s sometimes disorganized. And I rarely get everything done that I hope to in a day, but that doesn’t mean I can’t embrace it, savor it, and fall in love with it.
It’s a gift. All of it. And the more I choose to see it as such, the more I notice the gifts and the beauty all around me.