I woke up today, and it was easy.

It’s been almost a year now since I’ve started this blog and somehow life’s gotten easier for me, at least on the aspect of change. I’ve become more comfortable with it; with allowing myself to be different and to explore different things. For instance, I don’t think I’ve ever woken up and wanted to learn German — up until now, that language had never occupied space in my mind and yet here I am, a month into Duolingo and Rosetta Stone, learning it with such zeal and intention that there’s no doubt in my mind one day I’ll be fluent. One could say I feel quite liberated; quite different.

I no longer just think about doing things, I do them. And on the days when I don’t, or even the weeks and months that follow, I take comfort in knowing that sometimes all we really need is a little time and a little patience.

And maybe that’s just me trying to justify my inaction, or maybe that’s me giving an honest evaluation of what stage of life I’m in right now; either way it’s been a long time coming to admit and despite its logic, I’m happy to accept it.

Because the fact of the matter is,

I woke up today and it was easy; the weight of the world felt lighter, and it felt easier to want more and actually feel like “more” was obtainable. And I don’t know what more looks like to you but to me, it looks like slow mornings, coffee, and the Bible; outside air from the seat of the prayer bench and piercing rays of sunshine through the lids of my closed eyes; walking, in all its innocence, and taking it one day at a time, just the way God intended it to be.

What about you? What’s your version of more?

Think about it.

Cheers,
B.