Today, for our prompt of “Green,” my mind leapt to my favorite summer drink as a teenager, which was a limeade. Though lemonade was mostly served at our family gatherings, I preferred the taste of limes. Though this version is quite idyllic, the kind I usually had the opportunity to enjoy mostly came from a fast food chain called Sonic. And the only version we had at home was from a Minute Maid concentrated juice. This was a frozen can that you added water to in order to make a pitcher of awesomeness. During the summer months, this was my favorite way to cool off by enjoying a fresh citrusy drink. Of all the things that happened during my summer break from school, it’s little things like this that have stayed in my heart. Sure, there were many wonderful adventures on my grandparent’s farm, and those also bring me great joy. Yet, I always find myself remembering less of the actual adventure and more of the prize. That cold glass of goat milk I drank after a long hot day of doing whatever it was on the farm. It’s not about the prize, of course, but simply the joy at the end of a day’s journey. Sometimes, it’s not about what actually happens, but just a celebration of that fact that something actually did.
I’ve never worried or bothered about trying to do something amazing. I think life is rather extraordinary all on its own. Sure, there are times when I think I should try harder or do more than I’m currently doing, but regular mundane life is rather marvelous. During that time when I didn’t move things forward, all of those incredible and challenging ideas I’ve been formulating, everyday life stepped in to be fascinating all on its own. When I think back to when I was a kid, this was very much the same feeling. Nearly anything was cause for celebration and excitement. Sure, there were the things that were entirely new to me, but there were also things I just saw in a rather different way that day. For whatever reason, that one thing that happened, even though it happened before, felt glorious. This all happened a lot more when I was young. As an adult, it’s a very focused act to constantly remind myself to experience life through the eyes of a child. Instead of waiting for something totally new to find that feeling of elation, I look for it in whatever happens to be happening in the moment.
It strikes me that as much as I’ve learned there are still things I need to unlearn. Or, at the very least, look at in a new and inspiring light. As we live and grow on this little green planet, we build a sort of history that influences what we do next. Decisions are made based on what we did previously and the particular outcome that happened during that time. Though I adore talking about the past, this is where I diverge from it. I make decisions based on the present. That singular moment of following my heart and chasing after whatever it seems to desire that day. This might sound a bit crazy, to be sure, but my heart always seems to provide more truth in the matter. My mind tells me that I should do this or that thing next based on previous circumstances. It’s all so thoughtful and real that it would be crazy to try something else. Yet, I always find myself doing the “something else” instead. It’s not an act of rebellion, I’m not one of the cool kids, but simply an act of the heart. A strange and random thought, that simply must happen while somehow leading me back to my favorite drink of summer.
About the Doodlewash
Da Vinci Paint Co.: Aureolin, Benzimida Orange, Leaf Green, Cobalt Turquoise, and Cobalt Blue. Lamy Al-Star Safari Fountain Pen with black ink in an A5 Hahnemühle Watercolour Book. Want to purchase a print of this doodlewash? Send me a note with a link to this post, and I’ll add it to my shop!