I just read a blog called Walking in the rain. It made me think of how our life becomes a series of routines that never change. We can so easily get into a rut. I go to work on Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays. I am a cake decorator. I do wedding cakes, decorated cookies, petit fors and most anything that needs done. I decorate rice krispie treats and decorated cakes for the customer who wants to walk in and pick up something on the spur of the moment. I also do a lot of prep work for future cakes. Last week I made a fondant 3-d lady bug, a baby bottle, a pacifier, a Bible, and loops for bows on tops of cakes. It is fun and creative. I get up, bathe, eat oatmeal for breakfast, and drive to work. I leave work, have dinner with hubby and some days with daughter, watch tv and blog and check Facebook, and go to bed. On Sundays, I try to go to church with hubby, have lunch together, and spend the afternoon napping, or resting, watching tv, blogging, checking Facebook and emails. I am off on Mondays and Tuesdays. I spend them reading blogs and writing blogs, checking emails and Facebook and watching tv. Seeing a pattern here? Despite the descriptions, I enjoy my work and the chance to be creative and to grow as a creative person. But, by the end of the 4 days, I am physically and emotionally tired and ready to relax and nurture my mind and emotions. Right now, that is in reading and blogging. I spend time each day in praying and that is the inner core of strength I depend on. It keeps me sane. But, I can see I could use a new perspective. If I drive on a different road, perhaps I will see something new that will make me smile. If I notice a sunset, or a sunrise, I can admire God’s creation and feel blessed. If I feel the breeze on my face I can be refreshed. When I call and talk to my mother who lives out-of-state, I can enjoy the moment and get that smile inside of touching and relating to family. If I talk to my son, I can feel admiration for the amazing father, husband, provider, and prayer warrior he has become despite the influence of his mother. When I spend time with my daughter, I enjoy the fellowship, the sharing of time, the sharing of interests and the friendship a grown daughter and mother can have. All I am trying to say is, despite our routines and our ruts, there are always things to notice, admire and relish. Take a moment or longer to recognize the wonders in your life. It’s better to admire the “haves” instead of yearning for the “have-nots”.