I find myself experiencing the world anew since I’ve started writing regularly. My pace has changed; it’s not less productive, just less harried. I notice more details in my surroundings and think of how I would describe wherever I happen to be. I’m more observant not only of sights and sounds, but also smells, tastes and feelings. I study people and their behaviors to a greater extent, the social norms in different settings, and I’ve noticed how very much alike we all are. One could say I’m living every moment. Part of me wonders if I was previously walking around in a fog, so busy and in my own head. Worried about to-do lists or where I’m going next, rather than where I am at that moment. What have I missed??

I’ve had the opportunity to travel to several different parts of the country over the last couple of months: California, Colorado, Pennsylvania, Tennessee, Kentucky… Not to mention the good ‘ol Atlanta airport. Each place is so unique and has its own personality; even cities within those states are distinctively different, and yet people respond to each other in much the same way no matter where you are. I’m always pleased at how significantly we can impact each other with a simple, kind gesture. As I’ve slowed down to watch and learn from others, I am appreciating those around me like I never have before, happy to be where they are too instead of the impatient and annoyed business traveler. It’s amazing how friendly even the most stoic person will be if you lead with a smile. And these are all just strangers, not people I know.

With this new set of eyes I am feeling so very grateful. Truly and utterly grateful. Who knows if I would have reached this appreciation if I had not decided to cast my fears and self-doubt aside to write? I am humbled to have been shown a better view, arguably the best view. Though I admit to still being impatient from time to time, my rebound sure is a lot faster. Writing is fun and I am savoring the development of my novel, but living every moment is just plain awesome.