1. The color Green
From the first time I was asked that question until the most recent (just yesterday) my answer has always been the same: My favorite color is green. No one even asks me “what color do you want to be” whatever the game is- green is reserved for me. I don’t even discriminate one shade from the others- I love them all. From the deep deep green of majestic mountains, to the light yellow-green of March. The color of Aspen trees shimmering in the wind and of rose petals before the brilliant roses burst through. The color of hope and newness and spring, of ocean waters and of travel and growth and energy and excitement. Green- the color of happiness.
There are some things on this side of life I just do not understand and people who hate surprises are one of them. I try to treasure the uniqueness of each person but how sad to be unexcited by an unexpected call or visit or thought from a long-lost friend? A bouquet of flowers “just because” on the counter after a hard day, or a single blossom struggling through a dry and cracked patch of rocky soil. The racing heartbeat of that moment just before the announcement or the anticipation of the pure joy on the face of the to-be-surprised one when you were in on the planning. Even those reality shows that make their money off making you cry with the surprise- they get me every time. Everyone deserves to be secure enough to relish and treasure surprises
I love them. Song lyrics, blog posts, magazine articles; texts that make me laugh, cry or close my eyes in prayer. Classic books or newly found authors that take my breath away. Quotes documented and shared from vintage typeset fonts. Stolen minutes of conversation that go deep quick in the interest of time and heart safety or long slow conversations that linger over pot after pot of delicious black coffee. Scripture verses in books I’ve read throughout my life that I swear weren’t there last week. My grandmother’s countless recipes she never made, written in journal after journal and my dad’s words of life to me over the years when nothing else could give me hope remind me that my love for them is partially passed down to me, a knowledge that makes them all the more precious. Words. Oh how I love them.
4. Baby smiles and giggles in sweet chubby baby cheeks
Seriously- you know what I’m talking about right? You’re even smiling aren’t you? There’s just something about walking into a room and seeing those big faces light up in smiles and blow bubbly giggles at you. The bald ones and the curly crazy-haired ones, the just-waking-up ones and the drifting off to sleep smiles. The ones that make the whole dang world light up and help you forget for a minute whatever it was that was bothering you before everything stopped in light of that face.
For the first 34 years of my life, I hated running. That was until I realized I love it. I don’t love it being forced on me, and I don’t love it as a means to look a certain way, or meet a certain requirement or serve any purpose. I love it for what it has done for me- how it has helped me realize who I am, what I have to offer the world and how much exactly I can do and endure. Whether on a trail in early morning sunlight, running through snow in a quiet meadow, or running a long road run in the mid-day sun. Alone or with a friend, with a group of treasured friends or new friends bonded only by the mutual love of the run. I wasn’t fully me before I ran. Running helps me be more, well, ME.
Dawn is a 30-something female (who prefers “girl” over “woman”) who for the last decade has been defined as an Army physician. This fit perfectly with her perfectionistic, control-freak OCD tendencies until by a divine explosion all semblance of control was snatched away and she realized she has no idea what she wants to be when she grows up! She is passionate about encouraging others and supporting others following passions and dreams to make the world a happier, safer, cleaner, more kind place. You can find her most mornings sipping (her third cup of) coffee, planning her next run and trying to figure out how to be more like Jesus as she seeks each day to encourage everyone who needs a hug. You can follow along on her blog cupsrunningover.com as she writes about her experiences this year with living intentionally simply on Wednesdays.