Just Wait 'Til Tomorrow

I absolutely love this quote. In fact I love this truth in general. It's attributed to a famous poet here. But I think the first time it was relayed to me was in the story of Little Orphan Annie, when she sang the song Tomorrow. It's a principle for living I'm thankful I came across at a young age. I can't tell you how many times my dramatic ass has stared out the window and sang those lyrics :)

I heard in a sermon one day, that the best advice you can give a suicidal person is: "Wait three days." Apparently, amongst suicide intervention techniques, if a person is willing to follow this advice, time and perspective drastically reduce the rate of death. Time has become a better friend to me than I ever thought possible. With the passage of time my perspective and understanding become so much clearer. In the age of instant gratification, learning the "art of waiting" is difficult. But for me it has drastically reduced my self destructive tendencies. I may always be my worst critic. But I don't want to live a life of self loathing and destruction. The longer I live, the more I internalize that I have worthwhile contributions to make to the people I love, and people who cross my path.

So I do my best to live in the present, whilst striking the balance of planning for the future. I remind myself that the past is over, and all I am obligated to drag forward with me are the lessons learned, and valuable experience I've gained. 

My Pleasant Surprise

Life hasn't been beating me up, but it sure has been wearing me down. Every time I sit down to write, I am pulled away. I'd be foolish to complain. Most of my circumstances, and upcoming developments are positive ones. However, some circumstances are devastatingly negative. The culmination of fast sweeping change, and negative challenges has a tendency to wear a person historically resistant to change, down. I think I do a good job most days of staying focused and productive. Yesterday wasn't one of those days.

By about my fourth hour in bed last evening, I was whisked from my room. My husband had made a late night call to a local sushi place. With kids in bed or out for the evening, he spread a blanket, poured a huge glass of red wine, and we had a picnic. If I've said it once, I've said it one thousand times, I hope everyone has an opportunity to love like this in their lifetime. It's the kind of love you feel unworthy of. The kind of love allows you forget every stress and worry in the world...if only for a little while. It heals you.

Have a great weekend friends. Find someone to love on. Be well xoxo