It’s the end of the day and tonight, unlike so many other nights, I am not deep to the bone tired. Tonight, I feel great. I’m sitting on my lanai sipping a glass of wine. A gentle breeze sways the sheer white curtains my husband helped me install yesterday. The Christmas lights we hang year-long twinkle against the dark sky. I can even hear the humming song of the ocean.
My husband is at work. Our daughter is asleep. I am savoring this quiet moment alone with my thoughts. This is a beautiful end to a beautiful day.
Nothing exceptional or out of the ordinary happened today, except for the fact that I slept in past 8 am. When I woke up, my daughter had already completed half of the items on her morning checklist including making her bed and wiping the bathroom sink. That put a smile on my face.
Our whole family had breakfast together watching highlights of UFC fights. (That’s just the kind of things we do.)
Then my daughter and I headed outside to do home-school. We started a new spelling program, finished a math workbook, read in English and French. When my husband took over to supervise violin practice, I felt inspired and headed into the kitchen. In 30 minutes I whipped up a wonderful healthy meal from scratch. There is very little else that makes me feel as good as cooking for my family. Our lunch was a big highlight of the day.
The neighbor girl came for a visit until 3pm and kept our daughter company while my husband and I rested. Another friend was dropped off for an afternoon play date. I went to work, deep cleaning and organizing our home office, which had become a terrible mess over the past few months. The clutter had gotten so bad my brain could no longer function in there. Today, I rescued my desk from mounds of bills, receipts and random bits and pieces; my inbox was tackled; my calendar items checked off.
I felt so good afterwards, I invited my neighbor over for dinner. We enjoyed a nice meal and some uninterrupted adult conversation as my daughter decided to ride her bike for a while. It was just before 8 pm when we said goodbye and headed back inside.
The bedtime routine went smoothly and quickly. We had time to read a book and chat a bit before lights out. Within 5 minutes, she was asleep. It’s not always that way so when it is, I am delighted.
It was a full day but one that fueled more than it depleted; one that gave more than it took.
The kind of day that makes me feel competent and capable; that makes me love life, love my people and love myself.
A day full of hope.
A glorious day!
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