A wonderful day

Every year, on September 25, I try to live my life a little bit slower. I try to take in the beauty of the outdoors. I get in touch with someone I haven't spoken to in a while. I let go of a grudge. I hug a little tighter. I sit in the sun for a few minutes and enjoy the warmth. I do some thinking. I consciously remind myself how lucky I am. And I call my mom to say "Happy-anniversary-of-successful-brain-surgery."