I’m about to let you in on a little secret of mine (which I most likely have talked about before).
When I was younger, I believed in one certain truth that served me pretty well and was reinforced by all of the fairy tales I read:
“Good things will happen, and so will bad. Bad things will happen, and so will good. If you wait long enough, you’ll get them both, one after the other. So much so, you can depend on it.” So one good thing will happen…and then it is followed by a bad thing. And a bad thing will happen…and it is followed by a good thing. And so on and so on and so on. Until you live your entire life, waiting for the fog to roll in on a sunshiney day, and for the rain to clear on a stormy day. You’re always waiting for the next thing or hoping it doesn’t happen.
But I’ve realized that this is such an unrealistic way to live. It doesn’t matter if one moment is good or bad. It’s the moment that you’re living in, that you’re experiencing, that you’re discovering. And waiting for it to pass or having sadness when it does, is no way to live life. Just passing through your day is no way to live life. You need to thrive, and treasure every moment – not just the really good ones – and not cast away any one moment – like the really bad ones.
So, it’s true what they say – “if you’re going through hell, keep going.” But don’t worry about the hellscape you’re traveling through or coming from. Try to focus on the warmth of the flames every once in awhile. Your life will be better for it.
I think it’s really easy sometimes to go with the flow. To think everything is going to work out. That if you just pray/wish/want hard enough, then it’ll all be to your satisfaction.
But I’m here to remind you that the Knight didn’t get the princess by wishing she was there. He did something – he climbed the back wall/tower/gate and rescued the princess from the dragon/evil stepmother/her fate.
And I’d also like to point out that sometimes, the princess can save herself. And that’s important to remember too. Because if you don’t see your knight anywhere and he’s not on the horizon, then it’s probably you.
So you want your happily ever after? Get up and save yourself. Or call your knight. Just do something.
I’m sorry (not sorry) that I didn’t post last night. I was too busy being kind to myself.
My body said I was tired, and for once in my life, I listened to my body and I obeyed. And now I feel better.
So every now and again, you should listen to what your body needs, not what your mind is telling you you should be doing. It’s easy. Take a few deep breaths and open your ears. Your body won’t be shy.
So, what is your body telling you?
Thanks to the little girls at the back of the school bus who smiled and waved and cracked up when I waved back and who I followed for a good 20 minutes (only because they were going where I was going–not in a creepy way.)
You made my day. And you’ll never know it.
Someone’s smile or kind word can make your whole day but you don’t have to let them know. It’s sort of special; it’s like a secret you share with that other person, except they don’t know.
But sometimes, you should let people know if they’ve made your day. People feel worthless on the best day. Don’t forget to remind them that they’re here for a reason, however small it may be.
Don’t worry kids. If you wave at me, I’ll always wave back.
I’ve been feeling pretty creatively stunted lately. So I’m going to try to get out of this word funk with a poem:
Am I Alone?
Am I alone in thinking
That Friday is a feeling more than it’s
A day of the week? Because I’ve been
Feeling like a Friday and the date is the thirteenth.
Am I alone in wondering what happens to me next?
Or does the beating in my chest decide what I do is best?
Am I truly alone in a forest when no one is around?
Or is the only time I’ll be alone is when I’m underground?
Am I alone in thinking all these thoughts with no one to hear?
Or is it thinking that estranges me and feeds on my fear?
Am I alone in all of this or is there someone just like me?
Who laughs, who screams, who weeps and writes all of this bad poetry?
Is there someone, anyone, who will help me feel at home?
Come to me, any time, and I’ll make you feel less alone.