I enjoy finding beauty in an average day. There are so many moments that take my breath away, and sometimes it feels like there isn’t enough space in my heart to hold them all at once. It’s like I’m turning into some kind of happy-moment-hoarder and I need an outlet. That’s when I remembered: I have this blog where many of my deep, and sometimes silly, thoughts quietly drift. Brace yourself, this shit is about to get pretty happy.
Almost everyday after work I walk to FedEx to drop transcripts off for my students. It’s about 3 blocks from my office and I have experienced a handful of “downtown moments” since I started doing this. Moments where I have conversations with strangers that often leave me with a smile on my face and a skip in my step. But I had a special day last week where I felt bombarded with things that made my heart swell, so I thought I’d share one and maybe even make it a habit if I’m lucky.
A windstorm had come through the city late that afternoon and it shook the windows in the office. Thick black storm clouds hovered over the tall buildings, and litter was lifted into the air. But it was 5:00 and I had to get my students transcripts mailed before I went home. So I slipped through the glass door of the building I work in and braved the strong gusts. I had a silky black dress on with a white stripe down the middle, it buttons all the way up and I keep it at the end of my clothes rack with my “feel good” dresses.
But I felt far from good as the wind tried to sweep me one way and my dress the other. My hair felt like it was stuck between a cheap blowdryer on high and my lipstick smeared lips. Halfway to FedEx my fingers began to hurt from having such a tight grip on the documents I was delivering and the pyrex bowl tucked tightly between my arm and side. But I instantly forgot about all of these messy details when I exchanged a few words with a man that stood next to me waiting for the crosswalk to be clear.
I asked him how his day was going and he responded with a swift run on sentence (my kinda guy). He told me how incredible his day was. Before I could ask why he was so happy he went on to tell me that he has been having surgeries on his shoulder for almost 5 years. Doctors could not ease the pain and it was one problem after the other, but today was different. He got his Xrays back and found out that he’ll never have to have another surgery again. We began to walk. He pulled out his Xrays and showed them off with a huge grin on his face. I complimented them the best I could and tried to add to his endorphin rush, but that’s just simply hard to top.
We went our separate ways shortly after that, but the 30 seconds of bliss he shared with me had a consuming effect on my attitude. I had this dorky smile on my face all the way to my car and the wind suddenly changed and blew my worries away. Sure, the day was filled with garbage (literally) and my bum may have been revealed when the wind lifted my dress. But I’m thankful for that man, and I’ll never forget his toothless grin. He made that downtown moment an experience I’ll always treasure and my appreciation for my healthy body feel so much more present. So shine on, sweet man. I hope you feel strong enough to swoop your grandchildren in your arms without an ounce of pain.
After the wind howled all day & night yesterday it finally began to rain — it was a relief hearing heavy drops patter against my windows instead of the wind shaking them. I’m not a huge fan of the wind when I’m alone.
It’s quiet in our house today but I still can’t stopplaying this (click text). Roman has a new favorite thing: mauling my head/attempting to eat my hair. I just don’t really care enough today to make him stop. All I ask is that my eyeballs stay intact.
When I saw this little piece of heaven on Pinterest something wonderful happened: My Boxcar Children days flashed right before my eyes. They were my favorite books when I was wee and I always dreamed of being a ‘boxcar-child’. The thought of living off of berries, cream, and stale bread from the local bakery was just perfect to me. It’s amazing how our idea of “perfect” changes as we grow. I’ve always had a special place for exploring, especially in the mountains (The Hatchet was also a favorite of mine)
Who wants to meet me there?
I hope you’re having a delicious Sunday & enjoying the first day of April. There’s just something about a new month that makes me feel like I’ve got the whole world in my hands. I hope you feel the same way, it’s pretty empowering.
All my love, Bee
Ps. We didn’t win the lottery. What the hell dude I thought the chances were good?..
On March 20th 2011 I embarked on a new adventure. During that adventure I sailed amid many incredible sunsets, found inspiration from every fish in the sea & experienced a handful of storms that forced me to just breathe & trust the wind. In the end I met you at the perfect little dock. I am proud to say that you are far from regular and I am so glad I’ve been given the chance to be graced by your love & light. Cheers to letting the first ocean we sailed together be all that it wanted to be & here’s to many more together.
1 year down sweets! Happy birthday baby blog! And thank you, I couldn’t have a better crew.
Yesterday Salt Lake experienced quite the wind storm. If you have a facebook you are probably already aware of this, since that is where everyone posts generic statuses about the weather. Fences were knocked to the ground, power lines were in the street, & tree’s were falling on homes. Oh, and I was curled in my bed scared to get up & go to the gym because it was A) Dark and B) Um, dark. When I pulled out of my driveway that morning this is what I saw…
Which brought me to the conclusion that growing up & putting on my big girl panties sucks some times. Mostly because I can’t borrow my mums ridiculously stylish clothes anymore. One of my favorite items in her closet is this North Face Jacket. It’s sleek & and looks good on everybody. So I’ve decided that there is beauty in the wind storm, because now I know what my new ‘Must Have’ item is (Along with some jeans that fit my ass).
This morning Salt Lake rose to see April showers at their finest. As I stood there looking out the window I thought to myself, “If the flowers are happy, I should be too”. I did my best to embrace the variations of scenes and temperatures as I went about my daily routine. The day rolled with mother nature as she gave us rain, sunshine, lightning, thunder, and hail storms. As a family we watched the storm slowly but surely spill out beyond the cities edge and into the unknown. It was all so beautiful and fast, I was in awh as it eventually evolved into a silent calm. Talya was in her sundress & leggings; Zeb had nothing but a shirt and diaper on. They ran to the window and stood there with eyes as big as the moon… Quietly they watched the storm together. I smiled & took pictures with my phone doing my best to capture their tiny selves trying to understand Spring through 2 and 4 year old eyes. I’m so grateful to be able to enjoy nature in its many forms from such a beautiful home with my family… Safe, warm, and curiously excited. Welcome to Spring 2011 in the ‘tah