Let's make a choice together. Happiness. Maybe sometimes it needs to be a choice. So many people around the world wake up every day, sad, lonely, maybe hating their jobs, maybe regretting their choices, maybe feeling like a victim of some injustice. Maybe sometimes happiness needs to be a choice.
Truth bombs. I found this one today while I was being super hyper-productive to compensate for yesterday. What happened yesterday? Well. Yesterday, was a very, very bad day. Everything that makes me personally feel like I’m a worthless piece of poo happened. Instead of being awesomely productive (my literal favorite thing to do), I was stuck dealing with my toddlers’ incessant bickering, and cooking them food they hence whined about not liking (I despise cooking), and feeling sad about the dreary weather in Ohio, and being angry that I couldn’t be productive in the things I wanted to be productive in.
Good Friday… What a bittersweet day in the history of the world. Christ’s sacrifice to willingly take on our transgressions will forever reverberate until Earth is no more.
What sacrifices are we making that will ripple into the next generation?
I know not all of you reading this are parents (as I write this, I keep thinking of my own parenting journey and dude… what a parallel. Parents, take heart!!), but everyone can relate to family in some way.
We have such a confusing view of love in our world. We each have our own misunderstanding of the word. Personally, I struggle with feeling like I constantly need to prove my worth to God and people around me (myself included). I cannot stop working. I cannot stop striving. I cannot stop achieving. Or else I’ll be unlovable. The moment I stop to smell the roses is the moment I feel exposed, lazy, unimportant… And so I keep going. And going. And going.
The speed of time seems to be fluid. There are moments we spend with family and friends laughing and enjoying each other in which it seems time passes by far too quickly. In contrast, I can remember sitting in classrooms as a child in which time seemed to drag and drag and pass painfully slowly. During Alina's first pregnancy, our anticipation to meet Lucia Noelle on her birthday was torture! The pregnancy felt like it lasted an eternity! Now I look at her, tall, brilliant, beautiful, articulate, 5 years old, and I think, where has the time gone?