This morning, when I woke up, there were so many things my critical eye fell on that could inspire hopelessness...annoyance...wallowing. A few of them were certainly groan-worthy and hardly trivial.
However, the older I get and the more small people I have looking at me hopefully every morning, needing me to show them how to live, the more I'm unwinding my emotional pace and realizing that beauty is always where you look for it. Joy is what you make of it. Adjusting my expectations and realizing that the world is bigger than I am allows me to see those, and partake in life, rather than believing that the state of my checklist must dictate the state of the entire world.
It's a poignant realization in a world where the instantaneous and glamour rule. Even in discomfort and pain, we can lessen our pace, allow for our own weakness, and chose to put our hands to what it is that we *can* do, and find the magic and grace in the little corners that get passed over during more productive seasons. Creativity and real growth flows in these times, I believe.
Life is hard, sometimes. It is also precious and sweet.
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