In the back of my closet, tucked deep behind dresses I don’t fit into right now, are my medals. They are slightly dusty and largely unseen.
Why, then, are the subject of today’s post? …Sometimes, we need reminders that we can do really hard things.
All I have to do is tap a button. The pillow is so soft, the blankets are so warm, and my husband would be so lonely without me there. Is that a tickle in the back of my throat? Maybe I’m sick and need to sleep more. I can text to let the others know to go on without me.
I am more than an addiction. I am loved, and I am wonderful….even if I never change. This is one of the great truths of life: we are made for more, but we are enough right now.
It is my goal to live my life with good form. If someone is watching me as I go through life, I want them to see me and think, “She has beautiful form.” This is different than a beautiful form; although, I would like to have that too! The form I am talking about is the ability to handle both success and trials with grace and composure.
I have to confess….
Although the tagline of my blog page is, “lessons on finding grace to be okay with yourself,” I have no grace for one part of myself right now.
I see this part no matter where I look on my body- chub… and lots of it.
I think there is a little bit of crazy in us all. We just need to find the thing that brings us back to center. Some people knit, drink coffee, sing, dance, bike, walk, or bake. I run to my center.
As I ran past the caboose on my running trail, the yard limit sign, and the stop painted on the ground, I thought about how we can feel everything is telling us that it is time to give up on a job, a spouse, our faith, or ourselves.
As my little ones were drifting off to sleep, I knew this night was a gift. It is so rare when the world slows and we are just us together. It will not be long before the stretching and growing of youth will pull my young ones on, but tonight was ours.
The expectations we place on ourselves and others have a major impact on our level of contentment. I began to reflect on this after looking up all my half marathon finish times the other day. The December of my senior year in college, I ran my first half marathon. I hated it. I thought I was so slow, and it was […]
Whether you are going 13.1 miles or surviving a marathon of daily tasks, look for the lessons you can learn along the way.