It has often been espoused on this very blog that life is not about those big event moments – the weddings and births and funerals that mark our march across time – but rather all the in-between times where nothing special seems to be going on. How dangerously off that is, and how foolish to center one’s life around anything other than, well, life. The simple moments. The moments in which we wait and plan and pretend to do something to keep us busy. Finding the joy in the little moments has been one of the primary goals of this blog, and when I look back at my life thus far, largely what I try to do when I’m at my best.
When I’m not at my best, when the gears are spinning but nothing is catching, when my bluntness forgets that not everyone is as thick-skinned as I’ve had to be – those are the times when I need to work a little harder. That’s when I pause. (I never used to pause before. I never used to wait.) Now I pause. And breathe. And decide how to make things better instead of blowing things up.
There are still little explosions along the way, but the castle of my life can handle them without completely collapsing.
