I read somewhere
that a good thing to do is, each evening,
think of three moments from that day that you feel grateful for,
or that, at least, made that moment feel worth living. It's something I've been
trying to do, though some evenings I forget
and simply fall asleep. I've thought
about moments lying on the couch with Emily and Huck, together; looking at a tree in
the neighborhood, all
in bloom; giving a cookie to a friend — small and simple things.
We're told to find a purpose for our lives; that a purpose
for oneself will make life feel meaningful. I'm trying to find
it in those small moments:
in caring for the people around me, the people and beings I share this life and
world with. It's not
always easy, but
I'm trying to find
life's meaning in caring for you.
