So these are some quick snaps of my adventure this weekend to the Bruce Peninsula. Looks fun, right? My best advice for today, get off the internet, and get outside. GO :)
Sometimes I want to Quit at Life
...or at least at the onerous bits of it. What if I never had to find time to wash my dishes or keep our place in a semblance of order.
What if everything was suddenly effortless and there were no unexpected flat tires, delays or unfortunate parking tickets from that "one time" when we forgot we were parked on the street for too long. {Ooops.}
What if everyone-friends and strangers alike-suddenly started acting as if the world revolved around me and my needs, my feelings, my insecurities. And no one sucked.
I'm just saying, it would make for one rosy day.
But we all know the reality-this imagined utopia will never come.
Fine, so be it.
So here we are with life's messiness and life's beauty.
With all the tricky stuff and the good stuff and the love and the pain.
What shall we do?
I was thinking about it today-about some of the hard stuff I've gone through. So much of it I didn't choose, but some of it I did.
Allow me a narcissistic moment so I can tell you all about the "hard stuff" I've chosen (in no order of course):
1. studying photojournalism at WKU
2. starting/running a business
3. being married (hehe)
4. co-leading Track
But the thing is, even with all the pain and tears, even knowing everything I now know, I would still chose to embrace each of those things, peoples, seasons into my life.
Because sometimes The Hard Stuff is really The Best Stuff.
One of my friends (oh Hi Anne) once reminded me that every season of our life can be hard if we let it. And I think about that a lot. I've probably written about it a lot on here before. Because It's so true.
This summer can be so hard because we are so busy with work.
This fall can be so tiring because we have extra things to coordinate.
This year could be so sucky because we had so many friends be lame in the friend department.
Exhausting, demanding, hard.
Let's get some perspective, folks. (Okay, okay this is coming from the girl who's husband just told her that her tears were over-the-top because they were about something far less important than all those starving kids in Africa. But let's move on.)
Because every single day is a new day-with no mistakes in it yet. (Thank you Anne Shirley.) A hopeful new beginning, a space to take a deep breath, to start anew, to dream again.
And this is life. Not easy, but worth it.
So goodnight world. I'll see you again tomorrow, and I'll be ready.