"Today I will notice the world around me and try to appreciate what I see, hear, and feel," I promised myself.
I have been reading many slices that have talked about slowing down and paying attention to what's going on around us. I am usually in a hurry (to get somewhere to pick up one of my children more than likely) so I admit this is difficult for me, but today I started my day determined I would slow down and observe.
After dropping my son off at a friend's house this morning, I decided to go to school to work on my grades since they are due by Friday for this six weeks. As I slowly climbed out of my vehicle encumbered with my computer bag, purse, umbrella, and frosty Diet Coke, I was only thinking about getting in the building and getting started. My vow from the morning already forgotten.
Turning to close the door of my truck, my purse hit the ground with a plunk; its contents spewing forth on the wet payment. "Well, dang!" I muttered, trying to pick up the mess before the dampness could do any damage. While I bent down gathering phone and lipstick tubes, I noticed a soaked strip of paper lying there like it was just waiting to be discovered, read, contemplated. My fortune...
|Found my fortune in the parking lot.|
If I hadn't dropped my purse, would I have remembered the promise I made to really take the time to notice? I don't know for sure, but this writing thing is seeping into me and nourishing me just like the rain hitting the earth right outside my window.