Zen and the Watermelon

Today, I cleaned my apartment: vacuumed and did laundry. And then I did something I haven't done in ages.

I had a massive slice of watermelon.


This may not seem blog worthy, but it is. I stood on my balcony, clothes drying in the wind, and ate watermelon. It was perfect.

I didn't multi-task. I didn't think about dumb life stuff. I didn't even think at all. I stood there barefoot and watched the birds, butterflies, and listened to the wind in trees.

It was heaven.

There, with juice running down my arms and all over my face, I couldn't help but feel silly that I ever had a care in the world.

But alas, I finished the fruit and left my happy place. I think one of my goals while I'm here, is to find and stay in that happy place.