The day could have gone pear-shaped: I was getting ready to leave, and made the mistake of checking my email one last time before heading out the door. With inflated blood pressure one half-hour later, I finally left. But from then on, everything was excellent: the walk to Arthur’s Seat, geocaching with friends, the Stewed Rhubarb Press launch, meeting up with aforementioned friends at the pub, the wobbly walk home with a chippy detour, and Skype with my friend Claudia.
It all lined up. Just like that. All I had to do was show up.
gratitude: that light, that gorgeous autumn light · introducing our houseguest B to geocaching and Irn-Bru in the same day · pushing it all aside and just showing up