I went running this morning.
I was out of coffee and rather than "running" to the grocery store to get it, I literally ran to the grocery store and ran back with a bag of coffee in my hand. And perhaps it was the endorphins firing off during the run; perhaps it was simply the beauty of the morning; or maybe my heart is just at peace... but I couldn't stop smiling, laughing, and singing while I ran. I stopped to take a picture of two birds (this is not something I normally do when I'm focused on a run) balancing atop a church steeple - simply because their poise and perspective struck me this morning.
Oh, for days like this! Job? What job? Let every day be a Saturday...
I arrived back at my apartment, coffee in hand, and glanced around at the many things that I'd like to accomplish today.
Rehang that mirror.
Organize that box o' stuff.
Go through those receipts. (groan)
Return this.
Look for that.
Wait! Coffee first. While it percolated, I accomplished one small task on the list of things to do...
With a warm cup of coffee in hand and Jim Brickman in the background (don't judge), I opened up my Bible. With such a glowing morning behind me, I wanted to stay in a space of inspiration and peace...
Only my mind wouldn't go there. Before I knew it, I was online looking at occasional chairs! I was checking email, reading news, googling the artist I'd just heard on Pandora...
