To my amazement, two elevators showed up on our floor at the same time so the 5 of us got to choose which one to ride in. Both elevators got the express ride to the 1st floor with no stops. The guy I rode my elevator with said, "It's the little things we should always get excited about, right?"
He is SO right.
Then today, I read this. Which led me to this. Then to this. Basically an amazing network of fantastic, strong women vowing to take control of their lives. One of these women in the midst of struggles with her health journey died of heart failure before she turned 30. My heart, oh my heart. So much more proof that all my stumbles along my healthiness journey are worth it. For me. For my family.
I have made it pretty clear that I have had emotional struggles lately. Reading the above posts really puts things back into perspective. It's time to stop dwelling and start living. Time to stop taking for granted the people and things in my life that I have accomplished.
I have been so focused over the last month over a few measly pounds. Have I thought for even a second to consider how far I have come? 4.5 years ago when I gave birth to my son, I was topping the scale at 240. I am now 160. How could I not be proud of that? HOW? HOW? HOW? I can call myself an athlete. A runner. I am fit. Healthy. Strong. I am sooooooooooo hard on myself. That needs to stop.
My job. I feel like my corporate pursuits are an endless game of trying to make it to the next rung. The title. Manager. VP. Or whatever I have noodled into my brain what I think I need out of my career. I may not be at the top of the heap, but I have clawed my way enough around the middle to have garnered respect and appreciation from my superiors and colleagues. I am finally in a happy place with my (not so) new job. I'm not even hating the Downtown Mpls life as much anymore. The important word here is balance. I finally found balance in my professional world.
If there is one thing reading those blog posts above reminded me, it is that we should not take the people who matter the most in our lives for granted. You never know when you have to say goodbye. Do you ever want to feel like there were things left unsaid? I know I wouldn't want that. So I'm making the effort not to let whatever this weird funk that has taken over me (probably just PMS anyway. LOL) take over the happiness that my friends and family give to me every single day.
I mentioned in a previous post that my husband and I have a new renewal in our marriage. For years, we were just floating through the motions. Pretending like we're all good and that nothing could break us. Now that we have clarity, there hasn't been a day that has gone by in the last few weeks that we have gone to bed angry- there is always a goodnight kiss and an "I love you." Since I have to leave early in the morning, I usually left before either my husband or son were awake. I'd sneak out. Not wanting to stir or wake anyone. Little did I know, they were waking up mere minutes after I would walk out the door. So even if it means waking my husband up, I always give him a kiss on the cheek goodbye and remind him that I love him. My child gets to sleep in though. I wouldn't do THAT to my husband. But I always blow a kiss goodbye towards Jackson's room. He doesn't know I do that. Maybe someday I will tell him. I also want my son to know that despite my sadness over my secondary infertility, that HE IS ENOUGH and I would go to the ends of the earth for him. I am so lucky to have him. He is my miracle.
|My sweet boy who still cuddles with his mama.|
|I love watching him play and love his imagination.|
|I love my guys!|
The Little Things.
I have always loved the Easter season. So much self-reflection, forgiveness and renewal. I feel so moved this year. Different. I intend to make the best out of every single day and every moment. As part of my Christian holiday traditions, my best friend has invited me once again to sing with her band for her church's contemporary Easter service. She of course gave me the best song for my solo (and when I say "best", I mean I have no idea how I'm going to sing it without crying). My husband will be recording, so I will be sure and post my version this Easter Sunday.
If you have Spotify, you can listen here:
"I Will Rise" by Chris Tomlin
I am wishing all of you blessings and happiness with all of the little things in your life. Count every blessing. Live every day with purpose. Remember, you are enough. Most importantly, tell those you care about how much they mean to you.