It's amazing how much different I feel when I get home and the sun is not completely down yet. Today was one of those late-winter days when the sky is just gorgeous, even though it's only 8 degrees outside. I had a nice 360-degree view of the sunset as I drove home through the wilds of Michigan. And had a wonderful dinner waiting for me when I got home.
I was thinking of how, at various times in my life, I had lived as if there was all the time in the world to do the things I was putting off until "Someday," and other times when I felt like all the good things that could ever happen to me had already passed me by, and that I just had to run out the clock.
I've been hyper-aware lately that neither of these is true, and I'm trying to figure out what it is that I really want to do with this life, which is, as a former supervisor reminded me, slipping into its middle-aged years. Maybe that's why I slip into these periods of existential depression, really questioning whether I'm doing anything meaningful with my life.
I tried not to focus so much on the big picture today. I listened to podcasts of "The Writer's Almanac" on my way in to work. I got some really good work done today and felt like I was making a real contribution. I had a beautiful lunch with a really amazing, funny coworker. I got that sunset on my way home. And my husband spent all day, he told me, planning out this amazing dinner for me.
I'm hoping that all of you find some joy in the little things today.