Refreshment

I have been struggling to get past the day-to-day duties of life over the past few weeks. I was consumed with what the next step in my life should be. Afraid of pausing, I searched for things to add to my to-do list. My fear stems from the perception that if I stop moving the train will leave the station before I get there. While there is part of me that needs to keep moving, keep improving in order to achieve the next step in life, there is also a part of me that keeps moving so I can avoid thinking about the change awaiting me. It is always easy to stay busy, it is not always easy to truly embrace  the world around us.

While the next step is still unclear, this weekend I finally embraced.

I ran a crazy, fun, muddy, empowering 5k called the Warrior Dash with one of my best friends. While running, crawling through mud, and climbing over walls with her it hit me — I am so thankful  that the sparks iginited in my past led me to such a great friend.

Warrior Dash Beauties!

That evening we went to Bradfordville Blues Club (BBC). Man if I have a spot in Tallahassee that is not on the nature trails, this is the place. BBC is a quaint venue located on a dirt road, playing live jazz/blues inside and has a bonfire going outside. This country girl with a heart filled with NOLA love was feelin’ it!

Joey Gilmore at BBC.

 

Sunday morning I went for a bike ride with my neighbor, who has become a staple my book of life, and one of her friends who I met for the first time. The three of us rode out by the Miccosukkee Greenway for almost two hours.  I have not been on a ride in more than three months and this one was well worth the wait. We conquered up hills, flew down hills and weaved through the trees.  I am new at bike riding, but this was my favorite ride yet. Great company, great weather and great vibes. I felt more refreshed after that ride than I had in quite sometime.

Today is Monday and it provided me many challenges –both at work and with family. Most of which was life’s camouflage. However, because of weekends like the last, camouflaged days will remain just that — hidden behind the moments that really matter, the ones that make us sparkle.

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After the Holidays end there are certain things that are not acceptable anymore like evergreen and cinnamon scents, egg nog, pumpkin pie, weight gain and loudly jamming out to one’s RENT soundtrack. For me the thing I miss the most about accepted Holiday season delights is playing “Seasons of Love” over and over.

I think the song captures the essence of many of our lives. We go through the days each year we are alive like there will always be a next. It is not until the New Year that we realize another year has flown by and take the time to measure the year that past.

  • Would we do it over again or just redo a few decisions?
  • What have learned?
  • How have we loved?
  • What is next?

The past year becomes a collection of moments, memories and cups of coffee. With each passing year we evolve and the story we write for ourselves has another chapter. We all have seasons of love. Some of us may be perceived to have had too many seasons. But that is okay, that makes everyone’s book a good read, never one in the same. The books of our lives are composed of the collection of years past and moments we spend jamming out to our favorite music, cheering for our favorite team, sitting through staff meetings and brainstorming sessions, times that we cry, times that we laugh and moments when we love.

There are momentousness moments that catapult us into a new chapter and influence the person we will become. Although, the collective moments of sipping Cafe Lattes,walking with our favorite pets and hugging our friends should not be overlooked, these small moments are the bulk of our story.

Walking with my favorite pet

Make every minute sparkle, even when the only sparkle you can find are tears and curse words.