Hopelessly devoted to---

I'm fighting the sleepies this morning-- I slept well enough, and that's something to be grateful for. But to wake up to the radio blaring, "hopelessly devoted to youuuuuu" was odd and, while not jarring, certainly not to be denied. 

What am I hopelessly devoted to? I suspect that I'm headed into a day of introspection, wedged in between chores and Holly-sitting. I could list the usual things: family, faith, my writing, etc. But those are pretty expected, and border on trite, when listed. 

Sunshine. Coffee. Crisp fall leaves. Rainbows. Flannel everything. Those are things I am devoted to, things that make me happy. Hard-cover books, beautiful architecture, the surprise of late-blooming roses. There is a lot to be happy about, as a dear friend reminded me. Good music, good food, warm blankets. While the world is a dumpster fire most of the time, my life doesn't have to be. I need to stop borrowing worries and start filling the interstices of my day with bright moments of comfort. 

I'm also incredibly grateful that my friends who live in coastal areas did not get obliterated by the hurricane/post-trop storm. There are myriad things to be worried about, sure, but my friends' safety is not one of them, today. Amen.

So, happy Sunday. We are hopeful of going back to Windy Ridge to get apples, cider, and to see goats again today. I hope it's a good day, full of love and adventure. 

Take care,

C