Sometimes I forget I am living my dream. A fantastic job, a great city and a family at home that loves me. Friends here that do too. Even if none of us are perfect. I realized this today, as I walked along, and came upon this intersection that lead to this street and I immediately thought of all of you.
If you can't read that, it says "Church of the Epiphany." Well--I've had a few of those lately. Epiphanies, that is, not church. Although I guess I could use more of that in my life these days.
The epiphany is that my life is pretty good. I'm not suffering, I have enough food and shelter and I'm doing ten times better than I was at this time last year. I had a dream, a goal, I set out to do it and I did. And if I experience loneliness and heartache along the way, well then, that's just the way it is.
I went to the Farmers Market today and there were SO many people around. So many kids, dogs, toddlers, strollers, and a sense of community that I'd been searching for. I stretched out on the grass with a dozen other people, and we all stared at the sky and I felt the sun on my face for the first time in so many months.
I went to the park bench at one point, and laid down there with a book and my head on my backpack. A man beside me read poems out loud to himself, and to us.
Today I went to church, I think. A sunday sermon today was given to me about being grateful, of remembering what I am here for. And of letting go of expectations and trying to just...be.
(And oh yeah, and if you read the post below--we held hands.)