Life a Little Different

It's been a busy and difficult few weeks. Tempered with the loss of a friend and the child of friends, daily life has had a different perspective. Life in Denver has been pretty good. With a return of good health and mended injuries, our home has been much more peaceful. We have embraced our new home and the change in season to plant and build. Tiff has enjoyed setting roots, literally, and I'm enjoying making the modest changes that make our home more comfortable. While our old neighborhood meant a lot to us, we could not make such changes and thus felt still a little nomadic. We have also been appreciating our loved ones much more. From our families we hold dear to the friends that bring light to our lives on a regular basis, there has been a stronger appreciation. I like to think I maintain a pretty constant sense of gratitude as I am always aware how my road could have gone in a much different direction. However, gratitude seems to be a state without limit. Even knowing how good my life is, there constantly seems to be more to appreciate. I may want to rage against things like fucking cancer or indifference or apathy, but it seems far more productive to show kindness and warmth. Asking a clerk how they are and listening, picking up a bit of trash or yielding in traffic when it was not necessary are the little things that make me feel lighter. It gives me strength. As Erin said, "love hard."