Time to Be...

Sitting by the window and soaking up the Sunday sun, it's a beautiful moment to be.

Perhaps I am the only one who is still whisked away into foreign lands by the simple turning of a page. Perhaps I am the only one who can find fulfillment in something so simple as a pen and a few blank sheets of paper. Perhaps I am the only one who feels quite entirely beautiful in a pair of pajamas, with bare feet, curled up on the floor.

But I doubt it.

I think that we have all been there and I think we all know the secret: that sweet simplicity tends to bring out the best version of ourselves.

When all the hustle stops and there's a break from all the running; when there's a moment of quiet, a moment to rest and be still; I find myself so much closer to the person I want to be.

Now, to be clear, I'm not talking about the person I want to be in the sense of the woman I see through ambition's eyes. I'm referring to the person I want to be in the sense that who I am when I am still is the person I enjoy being.

When I am allowed to be still and my heart finds some calm, I find myself more like... well, myself. When there is no competition to face and no expectations to meet, I can suddenly find myself laying on the carpet in my room, legs flat against the wall staring up at the ceiling until my feet are hopelessly asleep. Or I can find myself concocting some odd creation in the kitchen with the very glamorous foundation of an Eggo waffle. Or sneaking out in the yard in the middle of the night to sit on the concrete and stare up at the sky.

And somehow, in these silly, simple, sweet little moments that will never be spoken of as any defining greatness in my existence, I find my soul set free. When there is time just to be, and I'm able to shake off some of the monotony that rests like a fine dust on this thing they call adulthood, the oddest thing happens...

Today I celebrate how, in some of the smallest and most unimpressive moments I know, I find myself at the most satisfied with my existence.

So cheers to Sunday afternoon and midnight breakfasts and finding shapes in the stucco on the ceiling. Cheers to pajamas and loose hair and bare feet.

Here's to a moment to stop all the doing and instead to that most beautiful blessing: time to be.

LeChaim.