The last couple of weeks have been stressful, to say the least, but they culminated in realizing today that my husband and I missed an important event which occurred this morning.
This was my internal dialogue a few nights ago: “When are you going to realize that small, halting steps are just as good as giant leaps, so long as they both take you in the same direction – the direction you want to go? It’s not how fast you get there, so long as you finally get there.”
That’s the question you have to answer. If you’re trying to
make changes in your life to drive yourself toward your goals, you have to
decide. Do you want to keep the status quo, or do you want to move forward? What
do you want more?
I’ve struggled with what to write the last couple weeks, let
alone having enough time to sit and write more than a sentence or two at once.
Life is such a blur right now and my mind is in constant motion, but my body
wants to be still and rest. Seasons of life are an interesting thing.
A couple of weeks ago I missed my daughter’s parent-teacher conference. Like just plain forgot it. The meeting was requested by her teacher so we could touch base on some things. I requested a particular timeframe and the confirmation paper was sent home in my daughter’s folder the week her dad and I were so sick. And I was a no-show.
It’s time for another progress report. Life has been BUSY
lately. The crazy illness going around had us all knocked down for a couple
weeks, and we’re finally digging our way back out. It makes me extremely thankful
for the good health we enjoy most of the other times.
A few months ago, my beloved grandmother passed away. It was
not entirely unexpected, but the passing of such a cherished and monumental
person in my life threw me into a tailspin. My world suddenly looked different
and took on a different meaning. In some moments I didn’t recognize myself and in
other moments I feel like I reverted emotionally to the person I was as a child.
They say that the death of someone close to you changes your perspective on
life, and I can certainly vouch for that.
Has anyone else out there felt like they were messing their
kids up – like someday you’ll be receiving bills in the mail for your kids’
therapy? Do you have days where you feel like either you or your kids won’t
survive through the day? Or is it just me?
