This past week I decided to dive in and enjoy the beautiful weather and my last week off work. (This week I’m starting tutoring at the Dyslexia Institute. I’m really looking forward to it.)
One day I ventured off into historic Irvington, a neighborhood on the east side of Indianapolis. I walked the Pleasant Run Trail, drank coffee and rummaged through old books at BookMama’s, buying a few poetry collections.
The next day I drove to Bargersville, a southern suburb of Indy and enjoyed wine tasting at a local winery with a friend from my Sunday school class at Redeemer who reminded me to keep writing.
I enjoyed getting the kitchen messy by making beef and butternut stew along with pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. I re-read Shauna Niequist’s Bread and Wine and got excited to keep cooking. I started reading Anne of the Island and thought back to Anne Shirley re-runs yearly growing up.
Several times throughout the week, as I would pause and think about ups and downs of the last year, and simply say, “I feel content.” Life is not what I thought, but I’m content. I’m someone who loves adventures, books, walking, nature.
I felt free to be, to simply enjoy and delight, to take life slowly.
I’m still someone who prizes efficiency, checking boxes off the list, and I need to be reminded to just be. To enjoy. To delight. To leave my schedule behind, or throw it away.
These unemployed adventures help ground me to the present moment, that in paying attention to the moment truly does give me joy.
What adventures have you taken recently?