I’m sitting on our screened porch. It’s 70 degrees in March & warm wind ruffles my hair & the sunshine feels like it is tickling my toes.
That’s not a metaphor or poetry, simply that it has been so long since my tootsies saw UV rays that they are getting tingles of happiness.
There’s something about the world & me & my level of joy that come alive with the sun. I always thought I was a “winter girl” with my adoration of scarves & peacoats & snow & a big mug of coffee, but lately I find myself dreaming of summer. Lazy days at the pool & backyard cookouts & weaving twinkle lights through the wisteria that runs along our back fence. Our neighbors are line-drying their sheets already & I wish I could twirl between them.
Is it possible to fall over from happiness? To over-twirl & over-smile & feel so whole that I have nowhere else to go, so I simply explode?
After two years of struggling & believing lies & fighting, always fighting, I feel like life is cutting me a break. Handing me sunshine & a respite & saying, “Okay, girlfriend. You made it so enjoy.”