Tonight after the pizza supper that Cooter requested special for his 9th birthday (I can’t even with this whole 9 year old thing y’all, so that is why we are NOT talking about it right now), we were headed home. The sun was setting, and as we do from everywhere we are at any and all given times, we were headed east to go home.
Apparently we never travel east of our home because we always seem to head into the darkness this time of night.
The Fella had to stop for something, so he pulled off the main road into the store parking lot. I sat, peering into the darkness feeling, well frankly, sad. Tired. Listless. It’s dark. I can’t see. There’s so much I can’t see in the unknown ahead.
To get out of the parking lot, my Fella had to turn the car around to the west before getting back on the main road and heading east. When I looked up from my gloomy thoughts, what met my eyes was breathtaking.
One of the most beautiful sunset paintings I’ve ever seen. I can never get enough of those, but this one–this one was truly spectacular.
We started back on the road to home with the painting behind me. I turned in my seat to see it just one more time. When finally I had to turn back and face the darkness to the east, I was different. I felt different. I was better.
Sometimes we can feel overwhelmed by the darkness, by what’s ahead. Maybe when we get to that point, we need to take a moment to turn all the way around and see what else is out there. What is directly in front of us is rarely all there is.
I believe in the power of pulling over. Of taking a breather. Or a shower. Or a nap.
You know. Whatever it takes to change perspectives. To lighten the load.
Love to all.