A Bad Case of the Yummies

So even though my annual cookie exchange party is coming up next week, that is not the yummies the title of this post refers to.  In fact, this case of the yummies has nothing to do with food at all.  But, for the sake of context, imagine what it feels like to eat your favorite food... that first bite of lasagna when the cheese is all gooey and the sauce is warm but not too hot... or the salted caramel cupcake where the mixture of sweet and salty is perfect as it hits your tongue.  Heck, if food's not your thing... picture yourself wrapped up in an uber-soft blanket in front of a fireplace or the perfect chill in the air on an autumn day when the colors of the leaves are just starting to change.  They're all... yummy. That awesome sensation of just feeling happy, excited and energized all at once.  Where you can't help but smile and everything around you seems more colorful and more hopeful.  Now before you jump to conclusions, no, I'm not in love.  At least not with a person.  I am feeling in love with life, however.  Which is ironic I guess with some of the things that have been going on lately.  But nonetheless, in the midst of it all, I do find myself smiling like a schoolgirl.

My life is by no means perfect but I see (and feel) blessings everywhere.  I am excited by the gifts God gave me and by the person He made me to be.  Dare I say, I love who He made me to be.  I'm not sure exactly when it happened... but somewhere along the road, I got a lot more comfortable in my own skin.  I got a lot stronger in my beliefs and my ability to stand by them.  I gained a better perspective on what's really important in life.  And it feels even better than the Christmas morning when my parents gave me a gift box full of cassette tapes (so cool).

I want to live in the "yummy zone" as much as I possibly can.  Sure, it's impossible to avoid downfalls completely.  But A LOT of it is under your own control.  It's about how you choose to live your life, how you react and what you put your energy into.  I choose to be in the midst of that fuzzy, warm feeling as often as possible.  I choose to love, to forgive, to be who I am, to help others, to love others, to love God, to see the world and to live life.

Every single day, no... every single breath is truly a gift from God.  Not in the "isn't that nice" on a wall plaque or poster kinda way either.  In the REAL way of never knowing how much longer you truly have.  Everyone says they'd live life differently if they knew they only had one more day to live but how many actually do it when they don't know?

I've got a bucket list with a lot of things that still need to be checked.  Granted I wrote it when I was like 20 and I don't care to do some things anymore like own Versace or see Oprah in person, but still.  Good thing for me that every day that I wake up is a new opportunity to do another item on the list.

It's not about living completely without fear.  It's about living in spite of fear.  When you know something could hurt or cause you to fail, but you try anyway.  Now THAT'S yummy.

It's like one of my favorite bands (seriously try to listen to them and not feel good), The Corrs, says:

Baby be brave cause what's the point of it all Baby don't blow it, tell me what's it all for If you're not terrified to fail