Mug!

I was just thinking of this sweet mug from my even sweeter sister. It feels like a snapshot through time, receiving it almost two years ago for Christmas. It says, 'The best is yet to come.' Perhaps I was holding onto something that would change everything and that would help me or rather heal me from my slump and blues. Perhaps I was putting too much confidence in whatever that was.

Maybe the best that will come and what we are hoping for isn't a big and grand thing. I have come to realize that it could be fairly simple, ordinary and even not so grand the way our minds play it out to be. It could be something you see or do everyday and it could still be the best. Maybe you're waiting for something big to occur but really the best is something very different, something minor or insignificant at first glance, but who would want to miss it if it's the best and even important and fulfilling.

I think we are always searching for that thing or maybe even multiple things that will lead us somewhere or change our lives in big or small ways. But we could be looking at this something the wrong way. We could be viewing and going through life with our eyes and focus peeled on something that wont lead us down a path of  fulfillment. Life can be full of surprises which I think often times is more true than false. I see this special mug in a different way than I did before. The best is yet to come is always coming, and it might be something that we least expect. Perhaps we just need to change our outlook and our focus to figure out what that is.

I'm trying to appreciate this time of last assignments and work for my classes, and the eve of falling leaves and orange and red color that backdrops the sky nicely. There is a lot ahead and it's all good, beautiful and exciting. There is a lot that I am grateful for and I am learning to see it as the best, as I look forward to the rest.