“I’m choosing happiness over suffering, I know I am. I’m making space for the unknown future to fill up my life with yet-to-come surprises.” ~Elizabeth Gilbert
Walking from the parking lot to the office, I pass the Newman Center, a Catholic parish outpost on campus. I’ve noticed this solar powered sunflower in one of their office windows. It dances. It’s never not been dancing as long as I’ve seen it, which is years at this point. There have been days when I’ve been so tired I could hardly hold my eyes open, or my head hurt so bad that I thought it would explode, or my heart heavy from some needless worry, and I would look up to see that little sunflower dancing and waving it’s sweet green leaves at me as if to say, “Head up, Sunshine! It’s all okay.” I’ve told myself time and again to stop and take a picture, but for whatever reason, I just didn’t. This morning, I did. Ironically, this afternoon I was asked for a timeline for everything left to do at my job. After more than 12 years it ends this summer. I suppose I should be worried, but instead I know the flower is right: “Head up, Sunshine! It’s all okay.” Because it really is. The flower has always been right.