I spent last week on the island of Corsica and was absolutely in awe.
Beauty all around.
The crashing waves.
The soaring mountains.
The never-ending green valleys.
The stone towers around every curve.
The cows, or goats, or sheep meandering down the highway.
The homes perched on the side of a cliff, ready to tumble into the sea.
The juxtaposition of the old and the new side by side.
One of the truly awesome moments was this:
Watching 70+ year old women ride up to a restaurant on an old motorcycle while wearing a matching purple sweatsuit and flats, passing three random cows on the way.
As I was reflecting on the week, though, I felt a sense of guilt that I had to travel to really be in awe.
Where is the awesomeness in the here and now? Where is the awe in the everyday?
I remember awhile back having a conversation with my neighbor about perfection. My take is that nothing is perfect. His take is that everything is perfect.
I am starting to see his perspective.
Imperfection is perfection, just as everyday things can be awesome.
Sometimes, we get so wrapped up in trying to get through our day, through our to-do list, that we miss the awe that exists all around us.
The small things.
Right here, right now I am making a pact to myself to pause and look for the awe in the everyday.
Can you do the same?