Less Is Fabulous.

“C’mon baby, don’t say maaaaybe. I gotta know if your sweet love is gonna saaaave me…”

The Eagles are on the radio. The wind is whipping through the courtyard. I’m in my lounge. My favorite place. My feet are propped on my white ottoman, colorful toenails smiling at me. My dogs are playing down the hall. My girl dog has taken to humping my boy dog. I find this hilarious. I’m enjoying fabulous Pinot Noir that my brother-in-law sent me from Oregon. I’ve decided I’m not dusting this weekend. My favorite gray sweater feels cozy and comforting in a springy way. My favorite lamp is dimly lit. I’m smiling at the electric guitar and amp that live in the corner. I will play it this weekend. I don’t know how to play it. It won’t matter. It will sound good to me, and if a non-guitarist plays guitar in a forest and no one is listening…did the non-guitarist really play the guitar anyway?

It’s been one of those weeks where the universe spoke to me, taught me lessons I didn’t know I needed to learn. I’ve reconnected with old friends…strengthened bonds with new ones…had laughs with my husband…heard from cousins I’ve never met in person…enjoyed unexpected surprises…dedicated myself to fun new projects…let my curly hair be curly…ate a whole box of chocolate covered macadamia nuts (with no regrets).

This is what happens when you clear your brain. Open yourself to ideas. Stop worrying. Start living. Really living.

Less is fabulous.