Can I tell you a secret?
There are moments in my day (and often in the middle of the night) when worry presses down on me so heavily that I feel like I can’t breathe. I probably sound like a crazy person, muttering over and over… be patient, be patient, be patient, be patient…
At times like that it is so easy to drift off into daydreams of a perfect life with a perfect little house and a perfect backyard for the poonums to run around in. And just as quickly I feel myself aching for future days of comfort. Security wrapped around me like a warm blanket and the ability to sleep through a night without waking up in a state of panic.
The thing is… I feel like I’m starting to catch onto a very sneaky but important reality of living this weird human life. It’s never perfect and likely never will be, so I might as well stop wishing my life away and start being grateful for what I’ve got right now.
A wonderful family. Friends who make me smile. Poonums who make me laugh. And someone who I miss even when it’s only been a few hours since we last spoke.