Too much on my mind, too much on my plate, and too much to do. Guess what though? That makes me a lucky girl. I could have 'not enough'. And I don't have that problem so all must be well. I was reading an article the other day about Wynonna Judd. She was talking about all the lessons she had learned and the woes of her life gone past; basically how she's learning to overcome it and embrace life. She made a statement that rang so clearly with me I literally stopped reading, stopped everything, probably breathing for a moment. It is where I am. I related with this statement so perfectly that it literally struck me hard. Here is what she said..."Everything is not ok, but I'm ok with everything." Simple statement right? But man, it means a lot.
What I accept in my life is that I'm alive. All that I will have or want to have will come because I will work for it and make my way in that direction. I've had so many times where I've fallen (figuratively and literally) that it has come to be the norm and maybe I don't let it get me down that long and have learned to move on from the little stuff. I'd rather be up. I choose that. Give me the crappy stuff, sure, and it will come, but I still choose the good. Do I cry and am I sad for things that affect me? Yes. But when I read her statement, I realized, this is how I feel too and have never put it into words.
So my husband isn't working. So he isn't really looking towards finding a job. So I'm worried. So I want to reach for new goals and am finding it a challenge. So I get frustrated from time to time. Everything is not ok but I'm ok with everything. You can choose to accept the life you have and make it a happy one, more than happy, content, kind and loving. Or you can choose to live in worry, look for a tiny snag to open up a box of anger about the next thing that irritates you, manipulate, or even complain about where you are in life. You make your world. I have been learning that. Sure, its sounds so very altruistic doesn't it? Ms. Goody Two Shoes.. always trying to be perfect.
Well, maybe not perfect, but happy. Always trying to be happy. I think Lucas, my sweet ten month old son in Heaven, would at least want me to try for happiness overall in my life; no? It's my choice and I like it. I can honestly say I agree with you Wynonna Judd, my weight may not be perfect, my life may not be perfect, my world may not be perfect, but I'm still ok with it all.
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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