“You look lighter, like a weight has been lifted.”
That’s what a friend said to me a few days ago.
If I’m being honest, this has been the first week all month that I haven’t felt some sort of sadness or heaviness. Instead, my heart literally feels like it’s about to burst.
I don’t know why the change, really. Spending time with the right people. Saying the right words. Doing things I really love.
A wedding dress came in the mail today and I didn’t think it was possible to be so in love with something. Like I seriously can’t stop thinking about it and I just want to go put it on and hang out in it.
I went thrifting after work and I can’t really explain the way it makes me feel. On a bad day it makes me happy, so on a good day it nearly sends me over the top. Why can’t I do something I love that much for a living?? (I’m formulating a plan for this by the way…) I scored wood bowls, a few rad 70’s macrame plant hangers, a rattan magazine rack, a basket for a buck (that I will use to stash extra blankets!), some mugs, and a little copper vessel that will most likely be turned into a planter.
And a few other things but I don’t want you to think I have a problem. :)
But seriously why do I love it so much?
I also opened my hope chest tonight to dig through the things I’ve stored in there over the years. And it just got excited about creating a home soon. I was amazed at the amount of necessities I actually had packed in there, and I realized how thankful I am for the people in my life that have been building that stash for the past several years.
How am I so lucky?
I was driving home tonight and the sky was this fiery orange and “Grace to Grace” by Hillsong was playing and I almost started crying from the goodness and the joy. For who He is and what He did. For the way He made me. For the loves He gave me. For constant grace. For little joys. For big joys.
Lately I’ve felt so incredibly me, and I just want her to stay.