While waiting to cross the street the other day, it suddenly struck me—it was a beautiful day.
The bright blue sky was dotted with a few pouffy clouds; the air was crisp and cool. And I had a relaxing day in front of me. A day to spend however I wanted.
Only seconds before my mind was going a mile a minute, reviewing the list of things I needed to accomplish. And not just for today—but today, tomorrow and every day after. Worrying about things that were years away. Worrying about things that were five minutes away.
Just going, going, going but not moving at all. I find myself too often thinking, rather than doing. Worrying, rather than seeing. Living inside my head instead of inside my heart, where most of the answers reside.
It seems like we purposefully fill our days to the brim, whether with actual activities or runaway thoughts, to avoid moments of solitude. We rarely stop to look up at the sky. And see how blue it is. Or how fluffy the clouds are. And how much our hearts swell and expand when we give ourselves a moment to enjoy what’s around us.
It was a perfect day to walk slow. Stop. And actually enjoy the view. To do what would make me the happiest. And to enjoy it without worrying about tomorrow, because today was perfect.