Painting outside on my deck is one of my all-time-favorite things.
It reminds me that this is the life I am choosing.
That this is the good stuff I want to keep.
Paint a little, watch my daughter swim. Talk to my husband while he's sunning himself.
Have a refreshing beverage.
I have all this and I am overwhelmingly thankful.
At the same time, having this makes it hard to move forward because I could lose it.
It makes me careful and cautious when daring and courage are being called for.
It makes me tip toe when I should run.
It makes me hold on when I should let go.
I know it doesn't have to be an either or. It can be a both.