Tadpoles and Cowboy Hats and Airplanes by the Barn

The world feels like it is spinning a little faster these days. Maybe I’m just getting older, so each new year is a smaller percentage of my life than the last. Maybe I’m just spinning too many plates.

Either way, in my Monday morning review of the editors at The High Calling, I found myself drawn in by Ann Voskamp again. This morning she tells the story of a woman whose husband left her. Twenty years later, he returned. It was a slow process, but eventually she forgave him again. It is an amazing story, no less because of his confession to her that he wished he could have all of those years back. Twenty years are a lot to regret.

Last year, I promised myself no more regrets.

Life is too short not to point out the tadpoles. Also, if you want to wear your black felt cowboy hat in June, you should just go ahead and wear it.

If you are trying to decide whether to go write in the morning or walk your kids to school, remember that your kids won’t be walking to school much longer.

If you are driving on a country road in the Texas Hill Country and you see an old Navy plane next to a barn, you should stop and take a picture. (I’d be curious to find out what kind of plane this is if anyone knows.)

Sometimes, if I slow down and stop worshiping my own productivity, I remember that the world is filled with amazing people and wonderful surprises.