We just had a week of "vacation" together, all of us, at his parents' house. It was wonderful. We had a great time. The kids had fun, H and I had FUN, it was all very encouraging. I think that maybe if we lived in a bubble with no other outside influences, things might be perfect. But, where do we find that? There is no such place. That's not reality. Living your best life in a world full of distractions, bills, neighbors and chores, that's the challenge. That's where you can really find the beauty in life, in and amongst all of the other stuff we do. That cardboard cut-out can only handle the one thing, work. Life as we know it is so much more, and doing it all, or trying anyway, is what it's all about. Being everything to everyone can be a challenge, but what are we here for? That one non-entity called work doesn't love us, can't kiss us goodnight, can't grow up to leave us as a fully formed human being, and if we do a half-way decent job, come back to us over and over and over. Kids, friends, the cardboard cut-out is missing so much and doesn't know it.
Rambling again, but I have realized I am capable of so much more, I just have to get in there and do it.
Each experience in life has formed me, become part of me, made me stronger.
