All that life has to offer
Blogged listening to: Champagne Clouds
This past summer, a very good friend of mine told me to “enjoy all that life has to offer.”
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Part of what I love the most about this time of year is all the sparkle – the lights on the Christmas tree, the polished silver, the sounds of bells and trumpets, the first snow, the tiny bubbles in champagne – because it is a tangible reminder that there is something magical and lively to behold amidst the darkest days. Something more that life has to offer. Something to hold on to, something to carry through the next year.
All of that sparkle felt beyond recollection even on the brightest days in June.
But, I kept moving. And I often thought of what my friend told me, especially when I felt dazed, hurt, and hesitant – every time I burned the midnight oil for work and school, every time I soaked tissue after tissue, every time I worried about what my next step was – because those were the hours and the days I most needed to remember that there was still more that life had to offer and to enjoy. Holiday sparkle or not. Whether I believed it in those moments or not.
Because “shitty” would be one way to describe the year, but “restorative” is another.
Because, I made it through and pocketed glimmers of confidence along the way.
Because what I needed to be brave for, let go of, or confront, I did, no matter how many tissues or tubes of concealer it took.
Because there is so much to look forward to next year (Graduation! 30! A real vacation!).
While we have the lights on the Christmas tree, the polished silver, the sounds of bells and trumpets, the first snow, and the tiny bubbles in champagne:
Here's to you, and here's to me: To enjoying all that life has to offer us next year. May it be filled with all the sparkle we cannot always see, sometimes think we have lost, and that reappears when we need it the most.
With love,
KB
This past summer, a very good friend of mine told me to “enjoy all that life has to offer.”
--
Part of what I love the most about this time of year is all the sparkle – the lights on the Christmas tree, the polished silver, the sounds of bells and trumpets, the first snow, the tiny bubbles in champagne – because it is a tangible reminder that there is something magical and lively to behold amidst the darkest days. Something more that life has to offer. Something to hold on to, something to carry through the next year.
All of that sparkle felt beyond recollection even on the brightest days in June.
But, I kept moving. And I often thought of what my friend told me, especially when I felt dazed, hurt, and hesitant – every time I burned the midnight oil for work and school, every time I soaked tissue after tissue, every time I worried about what my next step was – because those were the hours and the days I most needed to remember that there was still more that life had to offer and to enjoy. Holiday sparkle or not. Whether I believed it in those moments or not.
Because “shitty” would be one way to describe the year, but “restorative” is another.
Because, I made it through and pocketed glimmers of confidence along the way.
Because what I needed to be brave for, let go of, or confront, I did, no matter how many tissues or tubes of concealer it took.
Because there is so much to look forward to next year (Graduation! 30! A real vacation!).
While we have the lights on the Christmas tree, the polished silver, the sounds of bells and trumpets, the first snow, and the tiny bubbles in champagne:
Here's to you, and here's to me: To enjoying all that life has to offer us next year. May it be filled with all the sparkle we cannot always see, sometimes think we have lost, and that reappears when we need it the most.
With love,
KB
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