18.3.14

today: rejoice

/ HAPPINESS IS PILING INTO A REAL TRUCK AND TAKING A RIDE DOWN THE ROAD /
I could complain. Snow is falling in March, I'm stuck all afternoon sewing a dress I've learned to hate, it's freezing cold everywhere, I can't practice singing because I don't have a voice, we ran out of hot chocolate mix (the only alternative to tea and coffee), life is sometimes boring, my room is a mess, the sun is hiding today, and there's 200 pages of unorganized sheet music I need to sort through and practice.

My life is pretty pathetic to complain about, but there's nothing too glamorous to be rejoicing about, either.

But today I've decided to rejoice always, even ridiculously small things. Whatever there is to complain about, there are millions of other things (even boring things) to be thankful for. Fireplaces do exist (an amen and hallelujah to that!), I have a drawer full of fuzzy-socks, my baby sister is singing around the house, I can croak along to Broadway with my sisters as I sew that annoying dress, I have a bunch of books waiting to be picked up at the library, I can dance ballet in the kitchen, I have food for lunch (even if it's leftovers), I can print off more unorganized sheet music and learn something amazing on the piano, I finally invented a breakaway slate that won't kill Gilbert Blythe, and there's always that small chance that we can have a bake-off in the kitchen while laughing about moray eels.

4 comments

  1. Awesome post! =) I love reading about real everyday life! <3

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  2. Great. Now I miss you guys terribly.

    I guess I'll have to learn to rejoice even when apart from my awesome family. :)

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  3. This is so beautiful. It describes my life right now, but I really need to rejoice in the little things.

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  4. Love love love this. And the pic is cute, too. It really is the little things in life that are the best. It sounds cheesy, because everybody says it, but it's true. I'm learning that (it's taking awhile, but I'm learning) you just need to be alive in each moment you're in.

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