Sometimes we have ups and downs. Life is sort of weird like that. For some of us it’s sometimes hard to tell when we are up and when we are down. Like, the alarm for that sort of thing in our brain just stops working and until we find ourselves either laying in the fetal position on our bathroom floor at 4am (that’s down, in case you were wondering) or you suddenly look over at your daughter and you think about how she couldn’t possibly be any more beautiful (that’s up, guys). Oh, life.
Hey! We did good on Monday! We survived Monday. Sometimes getting out of bed feels like too much, and the weight of your world and its problems try to steal your breath away, so hiding under the covers sounds like the best idea. It’s a great idea.
We didn’t let ourselves succumb to the thoughts inside our head and demons that haunt us and tempt us. We reached out to our safety net, and guess what? They were exactly where you left them. And they remind you of true things, beautiful things. And you’re safe.
And sometimes we feed our kids cereal for dinner and they think it’s a special party because there’s no veggies to eat! And mom said yes to opening a new bag of snacks and turned on the Nintendo, just so she could put her sweatpants back on and eat animal crackers dipped straight into a tub of store-bought icing for dinner. Because we survived Monday. Because it should be party. For all of us.
And on Tuesday, we put on real pants with a real zipper and saw our real friends and hugged their necks and smelled their precious newborn baby head goodness. We maybe walked around Kroger or Target, or Kroger and then Target by ourselves and lingered in snack aisle for a bit and accidentally on purpose ate jellybeans for dinner. On the way home at night we drove with the convertible top down, with the warm summer air blowing through our hair, because that’s the sort of thing that feels good and will make almost everyone smile. And maybe when we looked around things felt a little lighter, maybe just a tiny bit more up.