Enjoying life

I have to admit to being very happy with my life. It is crazy-busy and complex at times, but actually I just love the variety.
In the last week I have:

• Gone to photograph litter on an estate and seen waxwings (rather beautiful migrant birds) on bushes next to the path
• Delivered posters around town centre shops and talked to shop keepers
• Made mince pies and cardboard angels
• Taught 4 -7 year olds in Sunday School
• Visited a huge marble "temple" for the worship of materialism, namely the Trafford Shopping Centre in Manchester
• Worked on two different paintings
• Seen a video of my 6 month old granddaughter pulling herself up to standing
• Chaired a meeting to set up a footpaths and bridleways group
• Attended a lunch for prospective town clerk candidates
• Sent out an email newsletter to customers

And that's just the stuff I can remember!

One thing that occurs to me is that, though I haven't always enjoyed life, I have never wanted to live anyone else's life. Even when I was being bullied at school, I didn't wish to be anyone else. Although I did often wish to be me in a different time and place!
I wish I had known then what I know now, about living at peace with yourself, accepting the bad things as a season that will end (as all seasons end) and about enjoying the things that are in front of you. It is hard to be entirely downcast when there are waxwings, mincepies and granddaughters to be appreciated and enjoyed!