a glimpse.

Lots of noise around my desk, bustling, moving. It’s a little distracting. Someone says something to me that really, I don’t find humorous at all. But I remember my new mantra: I love my life.

I read a thoughtful post about the beauty of living in New York City, of finding worship in odd places. And I get a little jealous. But I remember my new mantra: I love my life.

My paycheck appears to be smaller than normal. Then I realize that technically, it was a shorter month, so not as many work days. Not as many work days = not as much money. My dreams of a May-time MacBook begin to fade. I remember my new mantra: I love my life.

I begin to daydream about our road trip—we leave in just one week!—and then it hits me that driving to Arkansas is going to cost some serious gas money. Gas money that has to come from a smaller paycheck. And my husband isn’t working this month. You know, finals. But I remember my new mantra: I love my life.

A coworker comes in with a nice warm breakfast in a bag, and my stomach growls. I call my husband to see if I can convince him that I too, need greasy breakfast from a brown paper bag. He’s still in bed. Then I remember my new mantra: I love my life.

At 11:15, my husband comes, breakfast bag in hand. He said he was sorry, that everything would be cold. He’d spent the past hour and a half eating breakfast with a homeless man.

Did I mention I love my life? Because, really. I do.