If I've learned anything in the past 24 hours, it would be to fully appreciate what I have in the moment. No Oprah-isms here, just a simple and notable truth. I think yesterday was the last warm day for about the next 7 months. Instead of complaining about the rain, I should have went out with a bang--one last tank top session or one last slurpee from 7-11. According to Margaret Morrison, the creator of these here watermelons, I should have had one more slice.
I tend to beat myself up over regrets. There's always this little storm cloud somewhere deep inside that heart of mine. It erupts and rains every now and then and I forget about the more important things like clear skies and blue hills that always come after. I'm a survivor of sort who, from time to time, forgets that I made it to shore, that I'm human, too.