At my brink.. then something ... unexpected.
My running buddy and I were having a chit chat on the way to our morning workout one day and we were talking about the meaning of life (what else do you talk about at 5am??) We got on the topic of struggles and working hard and really going through hardships to get what you want out of life. I totally agreed with her, and I do think we all need to go through the bad to really appreciate the good. How else would we know what the "good" really is anyway? It got me thinking, have I struggled in my life or is my struggle coming later in life?
No one knows really. That's the beauty of it. Yes, I've been through my share of unhappy times, bad boyfriends, jobs that really sucked, friends that let me down. (Haven't we all?) But have I "struggled??" and have I been through what I need to yet to get to where I need to be? How can we answer that, really? I can't answer that but I think there are times in our life when we have to say - no, life isn't about things being perfect. No, I don't live in a big house. I don't drive the nicest cars. And no, I don't make the big bucks. I make due. I go paycheck to paycheck just like everyone else. Does that mean I'm "struggling?" I don't know. But I think life is about moments. Life is going to be hard. That's just the way it is. But we all need to take a moment each day and remember these moments as a special gift. You know the new movement #100happydays?? I love this. It was started by a guy who was very unhappy. He started jotting down little things each day that made him happy. And guess what? He became a happier person. Cool huh?? Very simple.
I was reminded of these "moments" the other day when I had both girls. Man they were working me. I was at my whits end and it was bedtime and my youngest wanted something - anything - to NOT go to bed. (Have you read that book, "Just Go to Bed"?? yup, that was what it was like) Then, on the umpteenth time my daughter needed something she said "I want to give you a hug." Well, that was just so sweet that I couldn't refuse. And I picked her up and the next few minutes made the rest of the day's hardships fade away. There she was, kissing my check, my forehead, putting her little chubby arms around my neck, and then - the cutest - she gave me some Eskimo kisses. You know, when you rub noses back and forth? Oh. My. God. That was the sweetest thing, we both laughed, and I had to say that was my best "moment" of the day. Yes, I struggle. I struggle each day to get up, go workout, get to work on time, focus and do a good job and work, and come home and try to be engaged with my kids. But it's these moments that get me through. We just have to look for them and savor them while they last and savor them while they last.
No one knows really. That's the beauty of it. Yes, I've been through my share of unhappy times, bad boyfriends, jobs that really sucked, friends that let me down. (Haven't we all?) But have I "struggled??" and have I been through what I need to yet to get to where I need to be? How can we answer that, really? I can't answer that but I think there are times in our life when we have to say - no, life isn't about things being perfect. No, I don't live in a big house. I don't drive the nicest cars. And no, I don't make the big bucks. I make due. I go paycheck to paycheck just like everyone else. Does that mean I'm "struggling?" I don't know. But I think life is about moments. Life is going to be hard. That's just the way it is. But we all need to take a moment each day and remember these moments as a special gift. You know the new movement #100happydays?? I love this. It was started by a guy who was very unhappy. He started jotting down little things each day that made him happy. And guess what? He became a happier person. Cool huh?? Very simple.
I was reminded of these "moments" the other day when I had both girls. Man they were working me. I was at my whits end and it was bedtime and my youngest wanted something - anything - to NOT go to bed. (Have you read that book, "Just Go to Bed"?? yup, that was what it was like) Then, on the umpteenth time my daughter needed something she said "I want to give you a hug." Well, that was just so sweet that I couldn't refuse. And I picked her up and the next few minutes made the rest of the day's hardships fade away. There she was, kissing my check, my forehead, putting her little chubby arms around my neck, and then - the cutest - she gave me some Eskimo kisses. You know, when you rub noses back and forth? Oh. My. God. That was the sweetest thing, we both laughed, and I had to say that was my best "moment" of the day. Yes, I struggle. I struggle each day to get up, go workout, get to work on time, focus and do a good job and work, and come home and try to be engaged with my kids. But it's these moments that get me through. We just have to look for them and savor them while they last and savor them while they last.
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