I’ve been thinking . . .
about being sensitized.
When I was in my 20s, my mom was in the hospital. She was dying. When I turned on the TV, it seemed every sitcom, every channel had a show in which one character was in the hospital. It wasn’t any more than usual. I was just sensitized.
When I had my son, the same thing happened. On TV, on the street, everywhere I looked, I saw people with babies or women who about to have one.
My own situation made me more aware of what was going on.
Today I woke up thinking, Oh my, it’s Friday again. How do my weeks seem to be Tuesdays and Fridays more than anything? I wonder what I will write?
Then I thought Something has me sensitized to those days of the week.
Why don’t I choose something else? I know I can. So I will. I choose joy.
This weekend, I’ve decided to be sensitive to joy everywhere I look. And the first place I looked was out my window to see a gorgeous coral sun sitting on the edge of the lake — a joyous, unique sunrise.
