Valentine’s Day 2014 – 7:30am
Valentines received so far: 1
Cookies baked to share with classes: 28 (not enough for all…. Oops!)
Pounds regained since New Year: 6
Positive thoughts: Many
I am not one of those people who considers Valentine’s Day to be an actual holiday (it’s not… sorry, but it’s just not). Nevertheless, I am conscious of the fact that I find myself in a happy place at this moment in time, which just happens to be on the 14th of February of 2014… What the hell, I’ll gladly take it!
It’s taken more than 30 years , countless scars, tears, moments, and energy wasted on ultimately unimportant “stuff” – Things that didn’t matter, people who didn’t matter, worries that may or may not have been real after all – but better late than never. I finally feel like I have a healthier and more positive perspective about what really matters. Chalk it up to life experience, age, being a mother, who knows? To wake up and have every day be a clean slate is a luxury that was unfathomable to me only a short while ago. Not so long ago, I equated each morning to having to endure another 24 hours of deep pain and instability. I can still recall what it felt like to feel like I was walking around with a permanent, gray rain cloud hovering over me everywhere, haunting me. It’s a crappy feeling that no one should have to experience. I lament having to have gone through that, but perhaps it was one of those necessary obstacles that life throws at you to ultimately make you not only stronger, but also more compassionate, appreciative, empathetic, and more aware.
But now that I feel that the storm has finally passed, though still fresh in my memory, it makes me that much more grateful for what I have in my life, and the fact that each day gets its own opportunity to write its own story. So here is my story for today:
I woke up. I was happy. The end.