I am on a mission. A mission to stop complaining about what is or can’t be, but the find joy and happiness in all the moments that fill my days, which in turn make up my life. I have a tendency to sigh and moan about the life I have and to look forward to another season in my life. Instead of enjoying this moment. Therefore I am going to try to live in this moment, to find joy in this day however long it may be.
There are a lot of things to be happy about.
Last week I went shopping with Abel and I didn’t have a coin for the cart. So I went in to look for a person, to change change with. The first person I spoke to didn’t have any, but she did look in her purse for a very long time because she was a very friendly sort of lady. The next ladies I went to had something better. A plastic coin from Food Lion that you can re-use. They were endeared by Abel. And they probably thought I was very pretty and nice.
Monday I went to the store by myself. I’m doing a fruit and vegetable diet for 3 weeks, to hopefully get rid of my Fibromyalgia symptoms, and so I went to buy a whole bunch of fruit and vegetables. I quite naturally forgot my Food Lion coin, so I took a basket with wheels that kept getting fuller! And that I couldn’t take to the car with me. So I took a box and two big bags in which I stuffed tomatoes, oranges, apples, bananas, kiwi’s, pears, salad, andives, carrots, red cole, spinach, melon, avocado, mango and some things of which I don’t know the names, but they looked very healthy anyways.
As I walked to the parking, people kept giving me weird glances. What else did I expect? A short girl with two gigantic bags and a box full, who stops every few steps to adjust the bags so as not to have her blood circulation cut off.
I nodded very amiably, trying to act like it was not heavy at all.
And then the inevitable happened. One of the bags tore, and all the contents rolled on the street.
Just at that moment a man crossed the street, and he helped me carry the bags all the way to the car.
And then I also have a little muppet here, who holds out his box to me, totally trusting me to give him more bananas. And then he very sweetly shares his spit-covered banana pieces with me. With the understanding that mom will give them back to him once she swallowed them. I gave him some grapes instead.
To close of the list I also have a second little man who makes a happy-dance when I pick him up from school, shouting ‘Mama! Mama! Mama Abel fouwded!. So happy I had founded him.
Life is good.
The kitchen floor is clean (!)
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