Enthusiasm

I went to go pick up the kids at school yesterday and as I was heading toward the doors I almost got barrelled over by a little boy running as fast as he could with a huge smile on his face. In his hand was a box of donut holes from a local donut shop. As soon as he passed me, out came another boy, then another and yet another all running with the same smile and unbridled enthusiasm as the first yelling at the top of their lungs, "GET HIM! GET THE DONUT HOLES!!!".

I couldn't help but smile as I watched the sheer joy all of these boys shared over a box of donut holes. Then I had a sobering thought..."What is it that I possess that kind of enthusiasm over?", and the sad truth is not much.

I miss that feeling. That feeling of being so excited about something that it gets you to bound out of the door,or the chair, or the bed, with a big smile on your face.! That feeling of your heart racing in anticipation of something you're about to experience, or the feeling of a spirit so light it could float because of something you just have experienced.

I know it's winter and this is the time of year for those good old winter blues. I also recognize that we're only three months out of Mom's death and that sadness still sits ever so close to the surface, but I think there's a bigger picture here. I want that feeling again and I know it's no longer available in the places I used to find it. I want what's in that box of donut holes!

Hmmm...I think I've got some work to do. Care to join me?

xo,
Carrie