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.