In the six-and-a-half months that I’ve been blogging about writing and what I’ve learned while writing, I may have mentioned a time or two how difficult it can be. Writing is often a daunting and solitary activity, filled with insecurity and uncertainty and frequent attacks of creativity-squashing doubt. But while all of that is true, it’s not my focus today. Today, I am basking in one of the biggest perks of being a writer.
As I write this post, I am decked out in a wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses, chilling on a patio chair with my bare feet and arms soaking up some end-of-summer warmth. It’s a balmy seventy degrees out here with an intermittent light breeze and enough cotton candy clouds passing occasionally in front of the sun to keep me from getting too warm. (In the words of one of our local meteorologists, it is a Goldilocks Day—not too hot, not too cold, and not too windy. It’s juuuust right.)
I have a can of cool sparkling water cozied up in a koozie on the table next to me and every breath in brings with it the lingering scent of my neighbor’s freshly mowed lawn. The insects and birds have been kind enough to provide the soundtrack for my afternoon writing session, serenading me with their chirps and buzzes, along with the sporadic honk of a male pheasant somewhere in the distance.
I lift my eyes to the sky, take in another deep breath, and all I can think is: How incredibly blessed am I to have the opportunity to enjoy this beautiful, beautiful day?
What about you? What are you most grateful for today?