Sunday, October 30, 2016

Worth it

I'm at a coffee house and there are white flowing curtains blowing against the light blue walls and out into the marina air.  When I look through the open doors, eyes following the wooden floors to the stone patio, I look up and see blue flowing water with gently blowing palm trees above white paneled houses.  Each house has a spot for a boat and each boat is missing.  Now and then, but rarely, I see the boats passing.  For the most part, however, the days have already begun and they have already escaped the marina. 

But I'm here, and John's here.  I look behind the wicker chairs to see a cute dog fussing around with his ball, occasionally letting out a happy yawn.  Occasionally rolling over for a rubbed tummy by the happy little girl with flowing blond curls. 

All seems great in the universe right this second, his cute smiles requesting kisses right now.  Those endless blue eyes occasionally allowing his eyebrows to fall to the sides, as I move up close and find myself under his tanned arm, head up against his cute chest.

I'm okay with where I live, where I work, where I spend my days.  I'm okay with the sand covering my laptop as type, the sand pieces between my toes in my tan little flats.  Next to me is a backpack filled with the obligatory emergency bathing suit and sunblock.  Deep underneath there's a snorkel waiting for a spontaneous trip into clear waters.

I wouldn't trade these changes for the world.  I have my rocky days as pretty much everyone has.  Even under the warm island sun, sometimes your smile melts into a frown.  But I realize that this will all pass, the bad emotions melting down onto the lava rock.  Moving across the world and changing everything isn't easy, but it has definitely be worth it.  I would do it all over again in a heartbeat, if even just for his warm hands holding mine. 

I truly should be thankful every day.  I truly should accept everything that surrounds me and all that I'm lucky enough to have.  This is a perspective that so few are able to obtain in their lives, and for some reason I was chosen.

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