Not really, but really.
Today, here in sunny Florida – it isn’t so sunny. It’s been raining off and on all day. I have got a lot of things done, and can smile on my productivity. But that isn’t what I am talking about, per se. For those who know me, know I am a music junkie. I love all types of music – but I like it loud. And while I have been singing, thinking, and being productive – my heart felt full.
Yesterday, I got to hang with my kiddos. Take some pics. And laugh with them. Me and my daughter snuck out of the house and bought “secret ice cream”, and while we were on our covert mission – we laughed the whole time. I have a five year old who kisses me every, single time he sees me – and tells me I am pretty. I have a 16 year old with the wit of Jimmy Fallon. He keeps me laughing. My life is filled with laughter.
I have a job, that albeit it is hard, it’s rewarding. I like what I do. I like the people I work for/with. I like helping people. And no, it isn’t glamourous. I am good it. And no, it will never make me a millionaire – but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I have a the best friends in the world. I can tell them anything. No matter how crazy, ridiculous, or unimportant. They care. I have man who loves me. More than anything – and I know that. He makes me feel like a princess – and we have our problems and struggles – and it isn’t perfect. But, he makes me happier than I have ever been in my life. He lets me be me. And that means a lot. I am his biggest cheerleader – and he is mine.
Now, all that beautiful stuff being said, I have probably cried 30 times this week. Maybe not that much, but significant. It was a tough week personally and professionally. I had to say goodbye to a boss that was amazing, got some terrifying news for my dad, and all in all – it was a little tough. I try to act tough – but there has been a few nights of falling asleep while crying. More than few.
But I am grateful. I am grateful for today. I am grateful that while writing this, the sun came out. I am grateful for the air in my lungs. I am grateful for a loving and forgiving God. I am grateful for the promise of a new day. I am grateful for my life and every, single person in it. I am grateful for the chance to make mistakes and learn from them. And in all that, in the mess that I felt like the last couple weeks have been “emotionally” for me —-
Recognize this – to someone – that would be a fairytale. I am blessed. Happy Labor Day, Guys!