words

You know that saying "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all."  Well I've been living that out, on this blog anyway.  I've had a few verbal spills on twitter (and in real life).  But here?  I haven't written a darn thing.  I have had some things on my mind that I couldn't shake, until now.  And I just couldn't come here with that nastiness, this is no place for nastiness.

This is a place for good things, for the best things.

Today is going to be a good day.  

It's a Wednesday.  Wednesday means Dance Class.  And Dance Class means bagels, a vanilla steamer, and an iced coffee.  It means a walk through our sweet little town in the early morning hours while the people are just getting their shops open, just getting ready for the coming day.  It means being outside and seeing people, seeing life and hopefully breathing it all in.

Time is flying.  Things are happening.  Good things, not so good things.  Happy things and sad things.  Brave things and quiet things, small moments, big moments.  It's all happening.  Time is flying.  It always does.  It feels like it goes faster when I have nothing left here to show for it. 

So some filler:

- Yesterday.  Tuesday, 4/9

 It was Declan's half birthday.  We didn't celebrate or do anything over the top.  I mean it's a half birthday and if I'm being real, the kid was just spoiled rotten over Easter.  But, the fact is?  My baby?  My one and only?  He's 2.5!  That's huge.  Especially considering earlier this week while we were discussing my cousin's new baby he told me "I a yittle baby too" "Carry me yike yittle baby too".  Uh.  Okay kid.  But only because this is the very end of your baby boyhood.  It's coming to a close quickly, he's a yittle kid now. (And yes, I have baby fever like whoa.)

Where we live, I think I have mentioned in the past, we can walk to our town.  We live in a real town, with a main street, a church street, a school street, and our high street is at the top of a hill.  For real.  And I love it. We all love it.  Declan and I love to go for walks when the weather permits.  Yesterday we left our drive way and turned right.  We always turn left.  It was a first.  The church bells were ringing, it was just 5' O'clock and because D loves the church bells, I decided to walk towards them.  We made it in time for the little song it plays at the end, to mark the end of the work day (I assume?) and I was able to point up to the bell tower and show D where the sound was coming from.  We enjoyed that, went and checked out the historic graveyard where the original church in our town stood and then we kept walking.  

We walked down Church street (which we had never done before), and then we walked all the way downtown.  And then?  We walked home.  No treat yesterday, no hidden agenda, just a pleasant stroll through our town, discovering a new street and checking out the gorgeous Victorian style homes that still line our streets.  And it was lovely.  We picked up sticks, tiny adorable pine cones and we just enjoyed.  I took some photos of a cool, crazy old house that reminded me of the movie Practical Magic, and we just were.  We just enjoyed being.

And that is the thing I am loving most about this move, this new place in our life, this town.  Everyone just is. No one is questioning what everyone else is up to, no one cares.  Whether you are planting a garden full of veggies in your front yard or have a yard full of gnomes and plaster mushrooms, no one cares.  They enjoy diversity here, differences, there is no pressure to meet the status quo.  Everyone's status is different and everyone is just busy being themselves and it's a beautiful thing.  I am learning to let go of pressures, of things that we spend our whole lives creating and trying to live up to, and I'm just being.  I'm not dressing like a hippy, or like I'm ready for the country club, I'm just putting on clothes and going about my day with a smile on my face.  And?  I can feel that relief, that happiness, that pressure melting away and I'm loving it.

And I'm happy it's Wednesday.  We're happy it's Wednesday.  We've got Dance Class in a few minutes.  It's a good day already and it's not even 9 AM.  And I'm happy I finally got out some words.

I hope you have a beautiful day too.