It’s a Saturday in June. The sun is shining. Both windows are open in my office, and the breeze is rustling the trees outside. Piano music lightly plays from my computer speakers. I can’t push down my joy at this perfect day that is perfectly mine to do as I please. I have to stop now and record this.

I’m marveling at how all these little things are adding up into something that is making me feel bliss. For what? For waking up at an ungodly early hour, and instead of going back to sleep, getting up, putting my house in order. I am only recently living without a roommate and it’s incredible the difference it makes to have a space that is mine. My surroundings are a source of calm instead of stress. The time is such a luxury. I knew that I should do some sort of exercise. Even though I technically was an athlete in high school and college, I’ve never felt ‘athletic.’ I wanted to use my body though, so I took half an hour and wandered through my neighborhood to Nira Rock, and it was so pleasant to just be, among the grass and trees and blue sky. On my way down I noticed that they have blueberry bushes, apple trees, and raspberry bushes planted all around. I can’t wait to go back and sample! When I got back to the house, I showered, had time to sit at my vanity, paint my toenails hot pink, and curl my hair (this never gets done during the week!). I had time to sit and chat with a friend online, start laundry, and well, try out Medium. It seems that whenever I’m solitary and content, I always feel the urge to want to start a blog. So here I am.

And now for a little irony. As I was typing a whole long section about the journey I’m on to find meaning for my life, I hit some combination of keys that deleted a big part and I can’t get it back. Then instead of retyping it all, I went downstairs to move over the washed clothes and saw that a rug I threw with my sheets and towels dyed everything pink. Bright pink. God is laughing at me right now, challenging everything I just wrote on finding pleasure in small things. What can I do but laugh at myself?

Well, I think I’ll stop here for now, so I can run over the supermarket and buy some Oxyclean to reverse my mess! I hope to write more about what I’m doing to find meaning and life my life to those ideals. I hope you’ll come along with me, even if you have to risk trading in a perfect day for a pink day!