Andy and me on a hike last weekend in Bellingham, WAAndy and I have challenged ourselves with yet another bright idea: live for today. Let go. Walk out our apartment door saying, "let's go have some fun!" (that one is a little more practiced by yours truly).
It is finally the first time in our lives that we have quit worrying about the next job, the next degree, the next move, or the next big decision to make. We both have great jobs. Fulfilling jobs. Jobs that produce real, tangible rewards. We have healthy bodies and a fridge full of vegetables and venison. We have a church that makes us work hard to think and love. We have a cozy little apartment that allows us to host a little dinner or leave for a weekend adventure.
In lieu of all this great stuff, we have felt quite a rush. Not like busy, busy, hurry, hurry kind of rush. It's more like the kind of rush you get when you finish a long, hard run and you finally descend into your parking lot and begin to flop your legs into a relaxing walk. It's a mental kind of rush that makes you feel like all of your hard work is kind of starting pay off and you can just slow down and enjoy all that you've worked so hard to get.
This relaxation and talk of "letting go" is a tad easier as I sit here in my jammies, during my spring break, with a giant pot of coffee, on a warm, rainy spring morning. Life is so sweet :0)
(....There are times, however, when "letting go" doesn't seem appropriate. Para example: during an intense tennis match. Let's just say, letting go is not quite at the top of my list...Great game, El and Chris!)
