I am learning new dimensions about the truth of the pronouncement in 2 Nephi, "Men are, that they might have joy." There are few things as exhilarating as going out for a 10-mile run in the brand new autumn coolness, and getting to the top of a hill near the end, saying to yourself that nothing can stop me now! I raised my arms high up in the air, ran down that hill, and felt almost like I could fly.
I'm covered with salt and gross, but otherwise I feel more alive and more healthy than some days I ever dreamed possible.
Last week's post was all about failing cheerfully; this one is going to be all about succeeding cheerfully. In my 20s I learned cynicism, but now that I'm 30, I'm getting back my optimism. In a way, I feel like I've got my true self back. Or maybe that my life somehow started over without losing any of the experiences of the past. I wasn't there for the talk in Lubbock about the best day of my life, but I get it.
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