Sunday, August 2, 2015

Another Sunday Evening

As the anxiety of another week grows I am finding it difficult to find something to write about.  Life happens all day, every day, yet I struggle to find something even remotely interesting to write about.  Since I promised myself I would keep it up, I write.  Nearly every day.  Some days writing just isn't in the cards.  But I can't let days pass...perhaps just one day.  Missing a day here and there can't hurt.  

So here I am.  Sitting in my office thinking...writing, deleting, writing again, listening to the Go-Go's Talk Show and dancing in my chair a little.  The dog is pacing outside the door and my neighbor is mowing his lawn.  When I look around the room I see a wedding picture of my husband and my children and another of the six actors I directed in Five Women Wearing the Same Dress at the local community theatre.  

And it hits me.

I can find enumerable things to complain about, things that most people would just blow off like nothing, because they are nothing.  I can cry over pitiful things I find upsetting but which are actually just flashes of a moment, but once I start crying it's hard to stop it.  

Or

I can snap out of it and really see the great things around me.  Sure, my job is a horror show right now but I have a dog who wants to see me so badly she will pace outside the room I am in, laying down for brief rests then pacing again.  Sure, my health is terrible in this awful humidity and heat but I am married to the best guy ever-the guy who sees me struggle to breathe and swell up from edema and steroids yet tells me I am beautiful and strong.  I have raised wonderful people I am proud of and who are raising their own children now, of whom I am equally proud.  

So today I learned that I am rich beyond my wildest dreams.  I didn't win the lottery.  A rich relative didn't leave me a fortune.  I am rich because I have the love of the best people in the world (and one very loyal chihuahua).  I am not sure I actually just learned this today but rather re-learned it.  

The real learning experience today?  I learned I couldn't have written a better love story than the one I get to live every day.  Thank you God!

Later...


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