At Least No One Shot at You

A story relayed to me last night:

C: What a crappy day.
T: Did anybody shoot at you?
C: No.
T: Then I'd say that was a pretty good day.

Frankly, I've had several awesome days right in a row. Not just good. Awesome.

Even with the return trip from Miami, as bad as it was, that couldn't take away what I had gained from my trip away.

I spent the weekend in my pajamas. The only chore I did was laundry. The rest of it was spent literally in leisurely pursuits - writing, reading, napping, and "baking" cookies. All things I love. For the first time in months, I spent several days feeling truly relaxed and glad to be home and back to my life.

Because my life is just...wow. I have an amazing life.

And it just keeps getting better.

I realized this evening that for the first time in as long as I can remember, knock on wood, I've not gotten sick this fall. Not a sniffle. Not a sore throat. Nothing. Zip. Zilch. Seriously. I don't remember the last time that happened. I'm usually one of the first ones to succumb to the viruses making the autumnal rounds. This year, I feel great.

Perhaps I've pickled myself in wine and gin?

My life certainly took a very strange turn over the course of the last few weeks and I have no idea what will be revealed to me but I'm just trying to go with it, staying present, not getting ahead of myself, and remaining patient. I don't understand it. What's different now. Something is though. Maybe it's me and I'm just a little wiser. Maybe I've just got some perspective. Maybe I've realized I'm my biggest obstacle. Maybe, just maybe, I'm not quite as hard to love as I think I am.

Or maybe I've just realized every day is a good day when no one shoots at me.

The obstacles have begun falling away.