...is made up of a thousand tiny nows.
My someday can sometimes look so very far away - but when I look at it like that, each moment seems more precious, more important. Tiny nows, which we fill with our thoughts, our decisions, our actions.
Such little actions.
Sitting with my feet under my stove and my chair tilted back, one teacup filled with French hot chocolate and the other with pistachio shells. Walker's shortbread on the saucer. A peppermint stick. My sleepy, fluffully kitty nodding in the lamplight like she always does.
Rosie (the adorably clumsy Berneese dog) sticks her head in through the tent flap looking like a stuffed bear head on the wall, and a blast of icy cold air comes inside like a knife. Her hello said, she tromps away, and I run to tuck the door shut again.
It was 9 degrees in here one night last last week - an orange I set on my nightstand was frozen solid in the morning. (Which, by the way, is something I've got to try next summer... Frozen orange segments would be so good in the heat! ;)
Our washing machine (which resides in the yard shed) has been frozen solid for almost two weeks, as the blow dryer we use to thaw it out inside went haywire on us. (Gromit! The trousers have gone haywire...!) It was so good to finally get caught up on the last load yesterday.
I hope to be pulling out of this blogging rut, tires squealing, to finish up January in fine style. There are so many ideas and plans I had for the new blogging year, but after all, there's still plenty of time:)
Plus, it's almost time to be thinking of the Third Annual Literary Heroine Blog Party! I'm terribly excited about that, as it's coming up in just over one month. As is my twenty-first birthday.
More on the party soon, and for now, keep filling your tiny nows with thankfulness, purpose, and meaning. Someday will be here sooner than you think.