The great thing, if one can, is to stop regarding all the unpleasant things as interruptions of one's "own," or "real," life. The truth is of course that what one calls the interruptions are precisely one's real life - the life God is sending one day by day; what one calls one's "real life" is a phantom of one's own imagination.
-C.S. Lewis
I'd like to call this my quote of 2017. I don't believe I've proclaimed a quote of the year before but I'm doing it now.
This year has been so unbelievably busy, jam packed, filled to the brim, overflowing far beyond capacity in fact. But it hasn't been robotic. Throughout life I've OFTEN struggled with chucks of time disappearing into a roboticized abyss. Over the past several years I've learned to take purposeful note of all the lovely things in life much of the time in order to deal with the robotic. You know, when a week, or a month, or half a year has gone by and you've really no idea where it's gone? You don't remember doing much, you don't remember feeling much, nothing stuck out really, time has just vanished. Work, home, sleep, all the mundane tasks in between... and a few weeks are gone. Where?
2017 has been a year of "interruptions," things I may or may not have planned but countless adventures and running's here and fro none the less that have dotted 2017 with color, with brightness, with vividness, with craziness, with overwhelmedness; with just the sort of "nesses" that send a real kick in the pants to roboticness. To note, other than Disney World (which was a crazy huge venture) all of the beauty and color and wonderful adventures this year were pretty down to earth, simplistic, semi-normal things. We just really enjoyed all of it and each other. Lots of regular tasks fell to the wayside. My house was never as clean as I'd have liked (but I didn't care either). I have struggled to stay anywhere near a budget (no, not good news). My blog where I genuinely delight in not only the community but in documenting the lovely has been sorely neglected (sorry you guys). But 2017 has been sort of phenomenal, as years go. Life has been lived. The interruptions have been embraced. The lovelies have been joyously noted. Crazy has been conquered. This one goes down in the books as a year that was lived.
