Since my hard-working, mind-numbing twenties, I’ve played a game with myself on many evenings. It’s called “Three Highlights.” It’s a way to test that I’m paying attention, that my eyes and ears remain open, that my days have ample space.
The gist is this: At day’s end, name three highlights from your day.
The rules: Keep it sensory. Keep it specific. Peg a moment. Keep it real.
I’ll periodically post mine and encourage you to do likewise.
1. Dahlia’s crack of a smile when she heard the first beats of Bach’s first cello suite early this morning.
2. A new client saying – despite our phone conversation getting cut off twice – this journey is just what she needs and that it’s all about movement (the physical and the mental).
3. The Old Spice face-slapping briskness of this deep autumn morning air that makes more and more official winter’s soon arrival.
What were your highlights?