Life Is In The Details

Views of my garden. I know it seems as if there IS no garden, at first glance, but things are starting to sprout. This little nugget of land makes me smile so much. I investigate each square foot on a regular basis, checking to see how the growth is coming (I just cleaned out the old dead growth from last season). It's soothing to me. I guess we all have our favorite things.

I've been thinking all day that I'm actually excited about my next MRI. I almost can't believe how things have changed. For the first time I'm not afraid, in fact I'm ridiculously excited!

I'm grateful that I've had a full year without radiation. I feel so lucky! So blessed! I find myself listening to music and dancing in my car. I turn on our Sirius radio in the house while I cook and laugh and dance. We're watching TV less often, and getting outside more. It's nice with the change of season, it makes it easy. I'm enjoying my life, grateful for each moment. I'm noticing the barely there buds on the trees, and I'm driving through the warehouse district where I live, slow like I'm doing a drive by, searching for fatties (also known as marmots). I'm waiting for the fatties to come out of hibernation. That will be a great day!

I feel like the beauty of life is in the little things. Monumental accomplishments are also fantastic, but those little things, the tiny almost not noticeable things, are what give me the most joy. It's all in the details.

Life's Music

My goal for this week is to do 30 minutes of running each day. When I got to the gym this afternoon, before I knew it, I was challenging myself to 45 minutes of running. I turn the running into a game. I watch TV while on the treadmill, starting at 6.0 (a 10 minute mile). I select a TV show, and as soon as a commercial comes on I bump up the speed by 0.5. By the end of the show I'm running an 8 minute mile and I've gone for 45 minutes. When the commercials appear I listen to music on my mp3 player and flip a magazine to keep my attention. I figure the more I distract myself the longer I can run.

Anyway, I only had an hour after my run to get home and shower before my book club, so I was in a bit of a hurry, but at a stoplight I saw the craziest personal short bus. I looked over my shoulder and moved to the other lane, and tried to follow the bus, trying to get a photo of the massive sign painted on the rear exit door. I would have followed it all the way to East Wenatchee, but I was running late and had to turn to head home. The sign said, "If you aren't dancing, you must not be able to hear life's music."

I couldn't get it for the photo of the day, but I'm telling you I laughed the entire drive. I'm going to be searching for the special short bus for a long time, and when I do, you can bet I'll make sure I have a photo! What a great quote.