Today, in the most mundane of moments, I came to the realization that I am at peace with my life.  I was standing in my kitchen, staring at the inside of my refrigerator when I came to the realization.  I had just poured myself a cup of coffee, put some sugar in it, and was reaching for the half-and-half. I was mentally anticipating the moment when I would sit on the couch with that cup of coffee, after waking up at noon, to read for a while.  

The anticipation of that moment, such a simple moment, had me so grateful for my life.  That I can sleep in. That I can afford a coffee maker, coffee, sugar, an apartment, a couch. That I have free time to read.  That I have the ability to read. That I have no major commitments to anyone but myself.  That I can make my own plans, live my own life, do my own thing.  That I am being paid to learn and to expand my understanding of the world around me.

Yes, I'm single.  Yes, I've recently added an additional 2 years to my education. Yes, I'm about to move another thousand or so miles away from everything I know.  Yes, I can barely afford anything beyond my previously listed possessions.  But you know what?  I don't care. 

I have a beautiful life, with beautiful opportunities, and what I'm sure will be a beautiful future, but I'm so happy to be living the life that I live right now that I'm not sure I'm willing to waste it by wishing it away.  In fact, I'm certain that I don't want to waste it by wishing it away.  That's what I'd be doing if my thoughts were somewhere in the future.

It's okay to be happy with where you are, even if that place isn't where you ultimately want to be.  Because you are still somewhere.  Somewhere that's probably pretty great all on its own.

Keep on thinking,

Josie