I have noticed all through my life, sitting at red lights does not actually bother me. Sitting at red lights often times gives me an opportunity to reflect on the day, the week, the year, a childhood memory. It’s odd actually what might come to mind at these times, as I sit, stopped by something as simple as a light on a road that is leading me to my destination. There is so much symbolism in it that I’ve actually written about it on several different occasions, just to scribble through my efforts later.
This week however, seems to be one of those weeks that shows you big picture, things that are not just going on in my life, but also the people around me. All the things on my plate; the separation, new house, new bills, travel opportunities, work, the kids, etc… they wash over me as I sit idle here. Then I think about my little brother, getting married today 6 states away, the nervous excitement I’m sure he’s enduring. My little sister moving into her first house today with her husband and two children, the elation she must feel. My Grandmother at 71 years old, applied for her passport today, to travel this fall to Italy with me, her life dream becoming a reality. My parent’s business that they started, struggled with since the beginning is blooming into a full fledged corporation, new taxes and all.
The light changes, as they always eventually do, and these days will pass. But right now, in this moment… I am living, and it feels so good.