“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?”
“What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?”
“I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet.
Pooh nodded thoughtfully.
“It’s the same thing,” he said.
-A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
I know what is going to “happen exciting today”! I am going to fly across the country to see my best friend, my god-daughter and their family, I am going to run in a whole new place, I am going to eat fresh seafood, and I am going to watch the sunset over the Pacific ocean. Excitement doesn’t have to be created out of the most extraordinary adventures, although many extraordinary things are very exciting. The moments in life are the ones that end up being most precious, and the ones that I hold closely in my heart.
A simple breakfast of avocado smashed on whole grain toast, sprinkled with rosemary salt and drizzled with honey is one of the most exciting things I can think of in the morning. * In my mind, I always call this Magic Toast because it has such great memories associated with it.
The Pacific Northwest has such amazing food! From the fish and the vegetable markets to the Asian influence and flavors. There are farmers markets and shops, spices and sticky buns. There are more coffee snobs than I thought possible, and wineries and craft beer to be tasted. I know that I will be going from one culinary experience to the next, savoring each moment, each taste, each flavor.
It’s the moment when you walk out of the airport and your people are there to pick you up, and you realize that it has been a lifetime and also just yesterday when you last saw their beautiful faces. A hundred pictures float in front of my face, and I am so grateful that I get to be with them today, in the now.
It is running in a new place for the first time, seeing something beautiful, going farther than you thought you could, it’s getting running gear in the mail, and trying it out later. For me it will be the excitement of running at sea level and seeing what a difference that makes. It is packing my running shoes in the carry-on bag…just in case.
It is watching the sunset over the ocean, seeing the light play on the clouds and finally dip down below the horizon; then turning around and running back to the cottage at dusk, followed by grilled salmon over greens and a local Riesling.
*Note: This is not a pale approved breakfast at all. However, when I have it on those rare occasions, I don’t care.