Snow

Dear Lucy,

This morning - watching the beautiful snow fall - I am overcome with a feeling of contentment I've never before experienced. I wondered if I'd drifted back to sleep and was dreaming or if I was even still alive. I'm still not sure, but hey ho.

It feels like I've let it all go - all the striving to 'do' better, for my life to 'be' better. It is what it is, and it's all ok, at least for today.

It's not resignation, rather a feeling that I've really 'got' something about life. That life really is short and I don't want to waste another minute wondering whether I'll ever develop a good relationship with sugar, alcohol, exercise, food, and more.

Whether I'll find love and be able to find the strength and determination to hold onto it. Whether I'll ever have the perfect lounge with a fireplace and perfectly placed lighting. If I'll ever develop better habits, find my 'thing' and experience deep satisfaction.

Whether or not I'll have time to discover all the authors, people, music, films that bring me joy. Whether I'll ever write the book (or seven) I have within me, or even find the right time/energy/space to do the writing in the first place.

Will I ever find the perfect holiday destination, pasta portion, pair of shoes, coffee? Will I ever fully let go of all my regrets before I die? I could go on.

It could all happen, but I accept that it might not (and it feels really real to say it, not a platitude) and that that's ok too.

Maybe its age, maybe I've run out of my worry quota (I actually think this could be a possibility). Maybe it's my home-coming that's brought me to this moment, maybe it was the meditative quality of watching the snow, or maybe the snow is just making me feel sentimental.

I may forget all this tomorrow and try to find a new way to gamify eating my five a day, but that's ok too, at least for today.

I hope you enjoyed the latest Dear Lucy blog. Feel free to contact me at cpsdayoff@gmail.com.

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