In between moments of fun and the busyness of life, I've had a weird, weepy melancholy the past few days. My grandma's best friend turned 80 on Saturday. I wanted to be there to celebrate with her, but travel is not an option right now. That was also the one year anniversary of my grandma's passing. I guess that added to the emotions.
So many things have happened in my life over this past year. I'm in a place of reflection and self-examination. I have a clearer picture of things I want to accomplish, and I'm hoping to have the strength to get them done. I also know what I'm ready to let go of.
I dusted off my piano the other day and sat down to play. I was shocked at how difficult it is now. Music is one of those things that requires practice to maintain, and I can't remember the last time I played. I wasn't very good, but I discovered it still gives me great joy to make music. I've promised to make more time for the things that give me joy. Playing the piano, reading a good book, spending time with family and friends. All those things and more.
I just found this post by a friend. She shared the poem, The Pleasures of Ordinary Life. It speaks to what I've been feeling. You can find it Here, at Gathering Round the Table.