I’m on my laptop, concentrating on work, when it starts to rain. I mean pouring rain. Like, build-an-ark rain. And it’s one of those sudden, out-of-nowhere downpours.
I go to the window, lean against the pane, and smile. I actually smile. And you know what I’m thinking? I’d love to go dance in that.
Then I check myself, turn away, and start back to my computer.
That’s when I hear screaming.
I run back to the window, all adrenaline and responsibility, ready to do what I can about whatever is happening. I am not, however, prepared for what I see.
Two children, across the street, are running around in circles, squealing in delight as the rain soaks them.
It is in that moment I realize how far away from myself I have moved. How lost I’ve become.
I know this. I’ve been working on it but, it is in times like these that I become aware of how much work I still have ahead of me.
When did I lose myself so completely? When did I lose the ability to follow my joy outside into the summer rain?
My Sunday thoughts in 200 words or less.
FYI: I did it. I really did. After a short pause, I said, “F*ck it! I’m going out!” And I went outside and danced in my yard, not caring what my neighbors thought. If they want to gossip about the crazy lady who was spinning around and laughing in the pouring rain last week, let them. Let them!
When is the last time you followed your joy?