It’s 7:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning. Like most weekend mornings, I’m sitting at my dining room table with my oatmeal and almond milk latte. I’ve got a blanket wrapped around me, as I’m waiting for the house to warm up. I turn the heat down at night because I get night sweats. Across the room from me is my dog, Olivia, she’s an 11 pound Jack Russell/Shih Tzu, and she’s the light of my life. She’s got her two front paws perched on the arm chair of the sofa. She’s stretched herself as long as she can get, so she can get a good look at the birds outside the window. She looks so content and happy. 11lbs — barely weight at all, yet she carries in her the most unconditional love I’ve ever known.
My place has the most amazing view of the city. From where I’m sitting, I can see the mountains and the sleepy town nestled below. There’s an urgency in me to get my day started, but I’m giving myself the permission to take a minute for me. A minute to write, refect, and watch the world around me. My studies, workout, and house renovations can wait an hour.
It’s these little pockets of time that matter in life. The times you allow yourself to let go of everything to just be. To breathe and enjoy the act of living. This morning, I’m thankful for this time. Soon I will run a bath and prepare myself for the day, but first one more cup of coffee.