Just Another Day

I spend this morning with my mother, making batch after batch of pasta, trying different ingredients and types. Double batches of everything so we both could give it a try. The lasagne noodles are currently drying out on the counter.

Prior to grabbing this laptop and I was folding cranes and watching a movie called "42". My dogs are sleeping on the floor and in the chair beside me. My cat stole the chair I was in up until I left it to grab this laptop. He is now sound asleep and I had to relocate.

So why am I telling you about my day? It took a while but the significance of what I was doing finally set in. I thought, cool, today is a good day. And not just because 42 is the answer to life, the universe and everything. Sometimes you need to do something that is fun, quality, meaningful. Despite the fear of sounding cliche, something that feeds the soul. Folding cranes is an obvious one, as long as you're aware of what you are doing and why. Spending time with my mommy- self explanatory. Google the movie "42" and that one will make sense as well.

However, today could have very easily fallen into just one of those days in my memory. What I was doing and the awesomeness of it all could have been lost to me if I hadn't had a fleeting thought I managed to hold onto long enough to solidify it. It goes to show how easily meaning can elude you, and the importance of staying in the moment. I imagine someone who has the most fulfilling life possible can feel empty if they never stop to appreciate the events and moments they experience. There is significance in everything around you, if only you choose to stop and smell the roses once in a while.

Anchors

On the inside of my car door is a small patch of yellow paint. Its been there for quite a while, and it isn't wearing off. I could get annoyed by this, I have paint stuck on my car, but I don't. Actually, I smile whenever I notice it.

A year or so ago some of us helped out with a bridge painting project for the town of Stony Plain. We painted a walking bridge yellow. I had paint on my arm when I drove away and it transferred when I propped my arm on the windowsill.

Having a memory anchor like this is a powerful tool. I smile when I see that paint because it reminds me about that day. I remember Sifu Vantuil's two girls laughing and getting paint all over. I remember the Bjorkquists and Kohuts playing ultimate frizbee. I remember a happy day with great people.

The Tiger Challenge can serve as an anchor as well, if you let it. Remember the triumphs and the learning experiences. The work that was put into that day and the benefits of that dedication.

All our events can work this way. That is what they are meant for, for the SRKF family to bond and grow together.