sunrise: 5:08
I am beginning to feel like a connoisseur of sunrise. I rushed through my morning stretches this morning when I looked out the window and saw the beginning of a fuchsia glow along the horizon. Ah! It's one of those today. A morning of a fluorescent pre-dawn followed by a quietly muted sunrise. The deep color doesn't last long.
Every dawn has its lessons. Maybe this one says something about showing up on time - because sometimes the best part comes early, and may not last long. Or maybe it is that anticipation can sometimes be even better than a long awaited event. Enjoy anticipation. Don't hurry through it - live it as fully as any time of life, because it may be the best part.
Anticipation can go the other way too; it's a tricky customer. I've had bouts of such worry over what life will be when this most fulfilling occupation I have enjoyed for 23 years is over. Yesterday I ran into a friend whose nest emptied a couple of years ago. "You'll love it!" she said with a smile. It was good to hear someone say that. I've heard it before, but never quite so succinctly. The anticipation is far worse than the reality.
So - anticipation of joy is something to be embraced and unhurried...seize the beauty of the moment. Anticipation of sorrow should be taken with a grain of salt. Don't waste time fretting early, when there may be nothing to fret about at all...seize the beauty of the moment.
Oh. They're the same.
Friday, May 14, 2010
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