THIRTY ONE
Today I found a new way to have a picnic. It’s called a bed picnic. All you need is a bed, some peeps, and a whole lotta snacks.
Cheese and crackers are a must. Fruit is good too. Banana bread is optional though you’ll probably make more friends if you bring it along. It doesn’t need to be particularly fancy, in fact, it’s probably better if it’s a little bit chill.
And I’ll tell you what makes a bed picnic a step above a normal one: its just a little silly really. And that’s what makes life so amazing isn’t it?
A grown man sharing a chuckle with two small ladies over some pineapple and camembert.
A mother and daughter sharing a sing-along and a dance in the kitchen while making pancakes.
Three friends walking a bit too quickly, laughing a bit too loudly, realising how much they love each other.
Catching a man mouthing the words to whatever is on his music maker, smile on the dial, not a care in the world.
People who help people.
The sky when it decides to turn a colour other than blue or grey.
A bird that waits for the traffic before it walks across the road.
A hand written note telling you in no uncertain terms that you are special. Always have been. Always will be.
Days that seem to drag on and take you into the pits of despair. Days that go too quickly and remind you that life is short, so make the most of every breath. Days that are forgettable. Days that are memorable.
Days that force you to ask questions and look deep into your soul.
A month can seem like nothing more than a way to count the time between now and beyond.
Or, it can seem like the greatest task you ever dedicated yourself to. Because it made you take a leap, make mistakes, say you can, say you always could, make a statement about who you are and what you are about.
And in the end, if it all went to the dogs, at least you tried. And tried. And tried some more.
You have to give something out to get something back.
PEACE & LOVE X
