Up.

Today is good. So far, I like today.

It started with a slow waking. Eyes fluttering, I lingered greedily in that luxurious state between sleep and wake and counted my blessings in that moment. The cozy cave of our bedroom, the den of our bed that I burrow into even more deeply when A’s away, pillows stacked all around me. That I left the windows open and could wake up to a cool summer breeze and the chatter of the flock of sparrows that are quickly making our attic their home, much to the cat’s endless frustration. And the sun, peeking in on all sides of the shades. Today started grateful.

Now, tea and toast and strawberry yogurt on the deck. And writing and reading things that inspire me and make me laugh. Today there is time for it all. Time for exercise and cleaning, writing and editing, research and reading. There’s time to plan dinner for when A gets home from his business trip. Time to think about our trip south to Pennsylvania for the 4th.

Even time, as I sit in my chair on my deck at my house, to dream about the future. To relish it in all its open possibility. To lovingly pick up my worries, wrap them up and place them gently on the shelf. They’ve been doing plenty of work these past few weeks.  Today, and maybe tomorrow too, they can rest.

Some days are up and some days are down. Today feels like up. Up, up! Up like weightless. Up like bobbing. Up by choice.

Today is good. So far, I like today.