Tuesday, September 7, 2010
bear with me, tonight.
i'm home from book club (hi k. hi a. hi b.)
one of the boys was sitting, but anna led him over saying that she missed me.
truth is, i think he was bored of sitting for her, and i think she was tired, and not only do i not blame either of them, i'm glad to be home alone, with anna asleep, and a few minutes to think the day through.
it was a long day. not hard. for really, how hard possibly could any of our days be? or perhaps, aren't they all hard? i'm not sure. it all seems relative, and i've always been a bit frightened of the implications of cultural relativism, except that i do feel that we can all always find something to be sad about, something to be grateful for. it's all a matter of perspective. it's all relative. so...
in any event, i'm glad for little things and big things each and every day. i'm practically pulled into shreds by things each and every day too. little things and big things.
i'm also happy when i don't burn my cheesey toast. when the girls laugh off an argument. when tim walks through the kitchen and kisses me on the way back to his computer.
little things and big things.
i'm feeling uninspired and restless. but i'm also feeling that we have everything we need. feeling uninspired seems a critical failing for me these two or three days. and yet i don't feel under nourished. i have so many things that fill me up with joy and health and happiness. so to complain about a little suburban or creative ennui seems practically sinful.
you must know a little bit of this, yourselves. no?
we'll all be ok.
maybe we just need the leaves to start falling to remind us to look up, look around, look inward, feel grateful.
Posted by Tara Thayer at 10:08 PM