can opener

i listen to everyone else around me. complain. i know what they are going to say before they say it. rehearsed. never stoping to just, stop.

autopilot.

i know i am lucky. i can find excitement and joy. i realized today i can find it in anything. i opened up a can of beans. there is something quite satisfying and exciting even about that first crack the can opener makes on the can. crack. my toes tingled at the sound. the beans breathe in. i exhale.

stoping to smell the flowers, or in this case, beans.
maybe its not luck. maybe i just don't have an  autopilot button.
either way, i can't complain.