It’s not cliche if you stop and listen to the words. Absorb them. React to them. Because life, today, really is a beautiful gift. Think about that-there are no guarantees-all we can do is live in each moment thoughtfully. The smell of the earth after a rain. The sound of your kids’ uninhibited laughter. The warmth and comfort of a long hug. The taste of a sweet carrot straight from the dirt. The way we choose to be in relationship with the people around us. There is an abundance to be grateful for. Cellulite doesn’t matter, petty arguments don’t matter, complaining about situations out of our control don’t matter, fancy anything doesn’t matter, perfectly curated IG feeds don’t matter, people who don’t show up for you...let them go. Appreciate what’s here and now. My dad’s death has offered me some very harsh truths and blessed gifts. I often think of a poem I love by M. Oliver; ‘maybe death isn't darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us.’ I feel that way a lot- this light continuing to teach me, enveloping me, reminding me and centering me on what’s truly important. It’s okay to be cranky. It’s okay to be tired. It’s okay to not love every single moment with your kids. Just don’t let it consume you. It’s been 8 months today since my dad died. Every day I strive to be the kind of human he would be proud of. ❤️ Happy Friday, make it count.