I've written it before, that I prefer blogging when things are good as opposed to when things suck. My blog voice is many times influenced by my "silent" voice, you know, the quiet, introspective, wise one that (all too) often gets to play second-fiddle to my tempramentsfull, control-freak, hamster-spinning-incessantly-in-her-wheel side.
But here I am, alone at Arlanda airport in Stockholm. I have enough time to just sit at Wayne's Coffee café in Sky City and reflect. Because here's the thing: I'm in Stockholm to yoga all weekend. I'm sitting at a café with a huge, delicious latte. I'm wearing warm clothes and a knitted scart I got as a for-no-special-reason gift from a great girlfriend. I talked earlier to my loving husband and could hear my adorable son in the background. I got a text message from my daughter wishing me a good weekend.
When things are going this good for me, while there is at the same time so much need and suffering elsewhere in the world, the very least I can do must be to pause long enough to show my gratitude and appreciation?
