My mind has been in a beautiful space this week. Over the long weekend, I got outside, and I SO needed that! It’s funny how I can have a million things to do, but when I go hiking, everything stops. I stop caring there are things pressing on my mind. I stop worrying and being concerned. I simply breathe the fresh air and enjoy my surroundings. I took the girls to First Creek on Sunday, and we ran back and forth across the creek, Juniper chasing water and Charlotte chasing the smells in the bushes at the creekside. The air was still, the kind of still that makes you notice. And the creek was full with water. Because this is a desert, the water at Red Rock is very seasonal. Normally in January, I avoid Red Rock because of the cold. Even though our winters in Las Vegas are pretty mild, I still don’t enjoy them. So I skip the hiking until late February or early March when it starts to warm up just a bit. But this year I have the girls to entertain, and they get me out, even when the wind is blowing. You have no idea how happy this makes me. I’ll go out, planning to keep it short, but then I’ll get taken away by the breeze, and we’ll end up staying for a few hours. That’s what happened on Sunday. The creek was full from rain and snowmelt, fuller than I’ve ever seen it. And we took advantage of the opportunity to simply enjoy. We even headed there again on Monday!

This reminds me, I’ve been thinking a lot about gratitude lately. About how I need to look at my life through the lens of what I love. There are times I forget to do that, and I find my mind souring. But when I stop to look around, and I take in all that I have created for myself, I feel so damn good. The last few weeks have felt this way. I’ve taken note of the good things, and it has made such a difference.

One thing I keep noticing is my home. I adore my house. I really do. I’ll be up in the morning, eating at the breakfast bar, then walk into the yoga room for my morning practice, and it just makes me smile. I mean, seriously, there was a time I thought I would never be able to afford a home on my own. And now I marvel at the fact I made it happen. It’s a small house, but it’s also perfect. It likely won’t be my last house, as I think I’ll be heading out of Vegas in the next few years. But while it is my house, I’m going to cherish it. I mean, I have enough space to have a separate art room and a separate yoga room. How freaking awesome is that?! And both rooms are exactly as I want. The furniture, the colors, everything. And I did that. I made it happen. It’s kind of awesome. I’m feeling really grateful.

On that note, I’ll leave you for today. My wish is that this week brings your mind to a beautiful space too.

xo,

Heather