Monday, September 23, 2013
What it Means to Live Wonderstruck
I've been thinking a lot about my next chapter. Not the next chapter of my book (though I've thought about that, too), rather the next chapter of me.
Part of that is this blog. In fact, this blog is fairly central to my next chapter. I've spent most of my adult life deciding how I want to live- simply, functionally, inspired. From that grew Live Wonderstruck.
It's that message where this blog began. A lesson to myself and others: live wonderstruck.
What does that mean? It means to actively participate in your life. Many of us have been blessed with enough. We have what we need, and then some. Not everyone has the most basic gift of enough.
Yet we get caught up in full schedules, morning hustles, meetings, homework battles, mountains of laundry, slapping dinner together, and everything else on a to do list so long it will never be fully done. Then we fall into bed much too late dreading the alarm clock's blaring indication that it's time to start all over again.
I fall into the just-get-through-the-damn-day autopilot way of things often. Then I have to remind myself that life is for living, for noticing, for participating. It isn't about getting by (except some days when that's all we can muster).
Life is about paying attention. To a smile, a fallen leaf, the taste of our breakfast cereal.
To a feeling, a dream, and a person who may be hurting.
It's sinking into a hug, a warm bath, or an old chair.
It's noticing our love's eyes again and again and again.
Living wonderstruck is about opening our eyes, our ears, and our hearts. And when we fall back to autopilot and just getting by, it's about noticing that, too, and opening up again.
What does it mean to you to live wonderstruck?
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