Sometimes joy is all about perspective.
Today Rachael lost her wallet somewhere in Oslo, Norway.
Amongst all our adventures there must have been a moment when the silly yellow square of fabric decided it wasn’t interested in photographing naked baby statues or lounging in the grass or eating spicy tuna rolls at Parken Sushi. And so it wandered off and took her money with it.
I should be stressed and confused and frustrated.
But I’m not.
Because seven weeks ago I was hit by a UPS truck and survived to traipse about Europe this week. So I’m still feeling pretty high on life (even if I have to pay for the both of us for the rest of the trip).
A wallet full of money is a sad thing to lose.
But we are alive.
We’ve eaten today.
We’re sleeping in a warm, safe place.
We’re together after 9 months apart.
And we still get to hang out with the creator of the universe.
I’d say we’re pretty lucky. And my heart is full of joy.
I rather like the world from this perspective.