Posted by Daniela Elza on Feb 25 2010

With the second week of the Olympics coming to a close we have had fireworks every night of the past two weeks. Just across the water here. Pretty much above our heads. At first it was really cool to be sitting or lying in bed and watching them go off sometime between 10:40pm and 11pm. After a few days my daughter stopped watching. My son (who is supposed to be going to bed at 9:30) started looking and acting more and more tired. Usual things got to be more of a chore during the day, until we decided he has to go back to his normal bed time. For a few days we managed it, but tonight he was up and running to my room when he heard them and even I was too tired to send him back to bed. I mean they are loud.

Then again, fireworks are a kind of celebration.Tonight I thought differently about this predicament. How’s this for a positive spin: Every night, for the last two weeks, I have been invited to celebrate. The reminder is hard to ignore. It is loud and persistent. I have to pay attention, one way or the other.

When I thought about it this way, the energy changed. Even when the Olympic show(er) is over, I could perhaps remember to celebrate something at the end of each day, even if it is something very small. Why not? Like today I printed my manuscript for the second time, and it is all ready to go tomorrow, for the second time.

Ok, the fireworks are done, and I can go to sleep. I will try to figure out the positive twist on the loud music some other time.

Comments are closed.