It's the kind of day that allows me to get up at 10.30am and lie in bed till 11. The kind of day where I stay decked in my pajamas and roam freely but within the constrains of the house- the furthest being the garage because I had to toss some paper into the recycling bin. The kind of day that gives me time to blog.
I've been complaining about 'the little things' to several people. The little things that annoy and frustrate and that if looked at individually are really minor but because they have come at you all at once can make you cry.
But then there are the other little things.
The little joys of life.
Like the burning of a scented candle which smells like green apples over a wood-fire. I got the one from Ikea. It's called Tindra and it's the best. It reminds me of home.
Like the card I wrote. The one with the white orchids on the cover. An effort to make amends. To say 'I'm sorry' and hope for the very best.
Like the clinking of the chunky bracelet I have that reminds me that I am and will continue to become a 'beautiful woman'.
Like the time to sit and read words from 2 Timothy and be affirmed that 'God did not give me a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and self-discipline'.
Like the song playing in the background. Telling me to never lose my sense of wonder, to feel small when I stand beside the ocean, to give faith a fighting chance, and when given the choice to sit it out, or dance, ...to choose to dance.
I cannot help but smile.
P.S. Yes, I admit I am listening to Ronan Keating's '10 years of hits album' okay. And enjoying it very much thank you.
Bigger smile.
2 comments:
Caw Caw Rawr!! Suck it up, dude! Or write me an email.
Slurp it up!!!
Yeah. What's with the cawing la. Like witch-crow. Hahahaha...
Eh I want to eat nasi lemak goreng.
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