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The Little Things

I woke up Saturday morning at around 7 for work to my first real taste of fall. It was brilliant; a few red leaves were peeking out through the green in the tree across the road, the air was crisp and cool and the busy main road in front of our building was quiet. I love the morning, especially fall ones. In fact I hate mornings but I love them if that makes any sense. I hate waking up. I have a really hard time getting out of bed even when I'm fully rested. I like to rise leisurely stealing little moments of sleep while the coffee brews. But when I do have to get up early (the only times that happens is when I work and when I travel) I love the feel of morning. It is fresh, the air is clean and quiet and there are brand new moments yet to be experienced. I wish I had the will power to get up and enjoy it but if it hasn't happened by this point in my life, it won't until I hit my 70s or 80s when I'll only be sleeping 3 hours a night. I've learned to appreciate the little moments like a new fall morning in life a lot more as I age. I'm also at a point where I'm not crazy busy all the time so I have time to really see things I would have missed by running around like a maniac with a cell phone and an ever present cup of coffee in hand to keep me fueled. I'm also starting to realize that the small moments are the only moments. How often do we really experience and celebrate big moments in life like getting married, having children, getting a great new job? These occurrences happen only every few years unless you are Liz Taylor or that weirdo family on TLC with 19 kids. The big moments are wonderful and exciting and take you away from the everyday grind. I guess that must be why people throw big weddings that take years to plan or have baby showers and house warmings and bachelor parties. Me, I've always been the stay out of the spot light kind of gal. I love the little things like that first cup of coffee in the morning. I actually take time to sip and enjoy it instead of gulping it down just to get me going. I love sunset when the yellow, orange and red leaves glow like light bulbs and the sun gives last call. I took a long walk in the park today because wanted to breathe in the crisp air and feel my lungs fill up. I was one of only 3 other people there today and I basked in the solitude of it. I love opening the first page of a new book and not knowing where it will take me. I love getting home after work and changing into pj's to sit on the coach and watch tv curled up next to my husband and cats. I love a nice glass of wine on Saturday after my work week is done. I love the going to bed the night before I travel because the anticipation of a trip is sometimes even better than the trip itself. I love sitting on a beach listening to the sound of the waves crash on the shore. I love a good show on a Sunday night or a good book on a rainy Tuesday. I love when the laundry is finally done and the house is clean. It's so important for me these days to remember how much I do love in this world because it gets hard sometimes  and those things get lost in the worry of life. Nobody knows that better than me and its a constant struggle to not get roped in by how hard life can be sometimes but then I have a morning like Saturday where everything is in technicolor and its so beautiful that it takes your breathe away and everything feels ok. 

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