Let Us Do The Things We Love

     I often find the ways in which we all choose to fill our lives quite perplexing.  Most of us have favorite hobbies that make the world intriguing.  This list of hobbies could go on for pages upon pages if every activity was mentioned.   Some people enjoy cooking, others sewing, and still others enjoy knitting.  Or sometimes you get someone like me who finds it impossible to pick a favorite or even come close to picking a favorite.  In my opinion the best hobbies are reading, writing, snuggling puppies (yes, that's a hobby),  flower gardening, making memories with my favorite people, and staring up into the sunshine.  There are more, but those are my top favorites. 

 

     Then there comes life.  Life with its necessities, its priorities, its distractions.  How often do we end up scrolling down Facebook, clicking the home button, and scrolling down it again, instead of immersing ourselves in a captivating book or challenging ourselves to write one?  A book that forces the brain to think.  A book that inspires.  A book that touches the human soul down in its deepest depths.  How often do we check and recheck our notifications instead of laying the phone down, putting our favorite song on, grabbing a hot, soothing liquid to sip, a puppy to cuddle and sit there simply taking in our life; the joys, the sorrows, the gifts, the blessings, that which makes us ourselves.  How often do we sit and stare at the rain in our life instead of getting up and dancing in the sunshine?  How often do we get so wrapped up in the necessary doings, prodding's on,  have to's, must get dones, that we forget to embrace the "why not", "I'm game if you're game", "lets do it", "I love doing that" parts of life?  How often do we fill our jars with sand before pebbles? The answer is, much more often than we should.  Think about it.  We all do it.  We all forget or else put off doing what we really love.  We all end up filling the precious moments of life, the moments meant to embrace your loved ones, moments meant to clasp our hands in thanks, moments meant to absorb little things, and the moments meant to do what we love, with happenings that mean little to us.  Why? Why do we all do this? 

 

 

I don't know the answer.  I'm sure none of us really do.  But, answer or no answer we can challenge ourselves to live life like it was meant to be lived.  We can challenge ourselves to notice the light glistening through the prisms of raindrops or the light unchanged as it glides in waves through solid blue medium.  We can sit and be changed as we read a new book or read one the third time through.  We can learn to close our computer and enjoy the things we have always loved doing.  So today I challenge you to take a journey through the woods, running or walking.  When you hear the birds singing join in.  Feel the rough, rich brown, bark.  Enjoy yourself.  Then come back.  Grab yourself a chai (or whatever delights YOUR being), and do what ever you want to do.  Bake some cookies, make a scrapbook of your favorite memories, write a book, read 10 books, call a friend, do what ever makes you come alive.  Do anything, but take at least one day and forget about doing things that don't mean much to you.  Ready.  Set.  Go.  Now!

~Brooke