It has been a busy week. And this definitely feels like a Monday.
(Thanksgiving #1. The adult table.)
Two Thanksgiving dinner parties hosted, a 10K race run, a migraine headache, grocery shopping done, two sick children tended to, loads of laundry laundered, a house twice cleaned top to bottom, homework projects done, and many errands run. I'm tired.
(The halfway point of the 10K, just happened to be right at the end of our street so Todd and the kiddos were there to cheer me on and take a few pics.)
Still, we had a very nice Thanksgiving weekend. I actually enjoyed myself despite the craziness. Which is good because I don't really see life getting any less crazy anytime soon.
Last night I took Molly out for a walk around the neighborhood. It had been a long time since I had taken a nighttime walk, years even, and boy did I miss it. The world looks so much different at nighttime. The woods at the end of the block is definitely much creepier at nighttime than it is during the day. But the houses in the neighborhood, they really change at night. They come alive. I only felt half guilty as I looked in the windows of each house. As I walked past each house I glimpsed late dinners, and kids fighting, and tv watching, and life happening. The very houses that seemed so quiet and still during the day are full of life and warmth at night.
It did not go unnoticed that we are the only house in the whole neighborhood to still have our fall decorations up. Every other house is already decorated with Christmas trees, and twinkling lights, and snowmen, and nativities. It made me chuckle to walk back up my driveway and see our pumpkins next to our front door and our scarecrow and fall leaves decorating our porch after having walked by all the winter wonderlands. I suppose now that Thanksgiving is officially over it might be time to take down the leaves and put up our own twinkley lights.
I came back from that short walk feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. It cleared my head. It brought me back to focus. I'm thinking a nightly walk might be a grand idea.
Be grateful for each new day. A new day that you have never lived before. Twenty-four new, fresh, unexplored hours to use usefully and profitably. We can squander, neglect, or use them. Life will be richer or poorer by the way we use today. Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.