Today, I played in the leaves like I was a kid. I had so many plans for today, but in the end, the only thing I can account for of a day spent is the leaves in my hair.
Life is not made up of how many loads of laundry you finish or how many baskets you put away. Life is made up in the moments of the impromptu joy of leaves being thrown high into the sky.
Life is not made up of how clean your floors are but instead, it’s made up of muddy muck boots from wading in the stream.
Life is not made of up perfect and gourmet meals, but instead of a crockpot meal of meat and potatoes shared at the last minute with friends.
Life is not made up of perfectly manicured lawns but instead of the day’s worth of chopping wood and raking leaves.
Life is not made up of plans and schedules and routines, but instead of the unexpected life of doing whatever comes to mind on a random Sunday.
I abandoned my schedule today and threw away the to-do list. I played like a kid with my kids and I must tell you that I really feel like this is the way we should live. What joy there is in letting go and enjoying life as it is where we are.
Thanks for Mothering the Divide with me, as we all try harder to remember that life is made up of the small things. What joy remains in the small things, free for the taking.