Sometimes I get the feeling that time overlaps. I find myself thinking about what I was doing at this time a year ago, or ten years ago – it doesn’t really matter: both feel simultaneously like a lifetime ago… and yesterday.
Take today for example. Eleven years ago today, my cousin Ann celebrated her last birthday. Thirty-seven years ago today I was not yet born. One year ago today, I was still reveling in the post-vacation joy of our first family trip south.
It is with some shock I realized that today would have been Ann’s 50th birthday – a detail that would likely have escaped my notice had it not been for the Facebook post by her sister (along with an absolutely beautiful picture, I might add) It leaves me feeling so happy-sad to look at. I knew it was her birthday, but time seems to have played that trick on me again, quite possibly because I can’t match my remembered-Ann with an imagined-Ann at 50.
As I reflect on my day – a pretty run-of-the-mill non-work day for me, I find myself finding little moments to be grateful for. I am alive and healthy, surrounded by love and little moments of grace… when I take the time to notice them.
I am grateful for my early morning quiet time – that hour or so in the morning when I can journal, plan and set my goals before my household awakes.
I am grateful for the weekly accountability call I have with my two colleagues – who are fast becoming great friends and sounding boards for me.
I am grateful for a hard, heart-pumping, heavy-lifting workout at crossfit (I especially celebrated this one as I am just getting fully back in the game after an injury).
I am grateful for a coffee and hug post-workout with one of my crossfit ladies.
I am grateful for a great massage to help keep me on my game.
I am grateful for meeting Dean in Alliston to run errands – and that I still get butterflies when I see him at unexpected times in my day.
I am grateful for the mild weather that allowed us to walk to get our kids from school.
I am grateful for the simple but healthy dinner we enjoyed together.
I am grateful for the beautiful guitar music Dean is playing as I write this.
I am grateful for the happy sound of Ethan singing in the background.
And of course I am grateful for the hugs I get every night before bed.
Quite simply, I am grateful for the time that I have, for the breath in my body, for the feeling of being fully alive, exceptionally loved, and for all of the moments I get to spend here. When I take time to truly notice, I can see that my life is full of grace.