The sight of snowflakes falling from the sky like powdered sugar. The smell of a neighbor burning wood in a backyard nearby. The sound of high pitched giggles chasing Daddy down snowy hiking trails. The feeling of that first step inside a heated home welcoming us back to warm and cozy. The taste of rich hot chocolate with a pinch of salt after a morning spent in the brisk air outside. The gratitude for my simple yet awe-inspiring senses. This is wonder. This is joy. This I don’t want to ever take for granted.
What a privilege it is to wake up and be able to move your limbs. To taste the bold, velvety richness of your coffee. To see the sky outside, even if it is gray. To sit and stand and squat, even if it is to pick up toys from the ground. To be alive today, even if you're in pain.
Never give up on lofty goals and lifelong dreams. But question “What’s the goal of this goal?” Will achieving it make me happier? Will it make me more grateful for this moment that I’m alive?
It is only when we lose something that we are grateful for what we had. My commitment to this year and every year after is to be thankful for every moment, and to not chase superficial dreams and trendy goals. To lift my middle finger to the bullshit so I can bring my hands together in prayerful thanks to the meaningful.