The Incorrigible Night Owl

I love this picture. And, no, not in the “I took it and it’s so awesome” sense; nor in the “I was playing around with it at Picnik and it turned out cool” sense.
No, what I love about it is how it sums up my daughter’s attitude in a single snapshot. It’s youthful enthusiasm captured and preserved digitally for posterity. This is Eliza, outside the church on her first day of preschool for the year. She had her “packpack”, her shoes and her “pretty” (dress) and she was ready to conquer the world. Oh, and see her friends, especially her favorite, Matthew (who she was smooching on later in the week at the football game, but we won’t talk about that).
Just think — when was the last time YOU were this enthusiastic about, well, anything? I highly doubt that many of you out there feel this way about your jobs. Even if you like your profession I can’t imagine you go running up the sidewalk every morning with your arms flung wide to the universe (and, if you do, I’d like some of what you’re smoking).
No, we sit here worrying about this, worrying about that (mostly stuff we can’t even control, anyway). We think, “I’ll be happy….when this, this and this happen” or “I’ll take the time to enjoy the little things later – I’m too busy right now.” But who knows what tomorrow holds? Maybe we’ll never get the chance to do all the things we think we’re going to do “later.”
Then there’s Liza. She’s got a roof over her head, she’s feeling good, she has food in her belly and she’s got family and friends. And she’s happy. It’s actually pretty simple, when you think about it.