When its a Saturday noon and you are grooving to Adele’s Rolling in the deep with your husband nodding his head beside you, you can be rest assured, you are in a happy place.
When you get up on a morning and feel like running a marathon and so you start running for the first time ever in your life, you can know you are on the right track.
When you are catching up on missed movies all afternoon, knowing you have no pending work, you have surely achieved something.
When you have a relaxed weekend and at the end of day 1 feel refreshed enough to go back to work, oh, you really love the work you do! That’s a first and even rare in the world.
I am leaving you with a poem I recently discovered and a song I am hooked to nowadays. Hope you, my imaginary friend, are having a very peaceful weekend too.
THE GUEST HOUSE
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
— Jelaluddin Rumi,
translation by Coleman Barks