“Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.”–EB White.
Someone–I suspect my RA–has added this bracketed addendum: “It’s just beyond this door.” I smile at the quote, then push the door handle down so I can go get my clean laundry.
But when I thrust the door open, something magical happens. Like walking through the wardrobe into Narnia, I have entered a new world. The open lobby of my dorm is bright and airy. The carpet is soft against my bare toes. The laundry room is warm with the comforts of home. The fresh clothes are soft in my arms.
I smile, breathe in the wonder, and pick up my laundry basket. I settle the basket on my hip, swing open the door, and head back to my room. A week ago, I was just lying in here, too sick to move. Today, I am breathing life in the same room.
After my little adventure with wonder, the paper due Saturday at noon doesn’t seem so daunting. The reading for tomorrow isn’t quite as long as I first thought. The mess on my bed will just take a little effort to clean. And at the end of the day, maybe I’ll have found a little more wonder in my world.
It’s a shame we don’t look for it more often.