I'm 35 years old. And you'd think that after 11 years of marriage, 10 years in the classroom, and 2 children, I'd have it all figured out. Well, not exactly. As a true Type-A personality, I cringe at even the hint of defeat or lack of success; and although I'd like to say that I have discovered a few nuggets of truth along the way, I have to own up to the fact that I actually have very little figured out. But that's OK. Yes, type-A me is saying it's OK to NOT have all of the answers. I'm getting chills just allowing my fingers to type it.
This past year has taught me that life is but a journey with no real destination in mind. It's all about the here and now. It's about the experiences we create, the struggles we overcome, the way we handle adversity, and quite simply, the way we show love. It's not about the money, the deadlines, the neat and tidy houses, the hair bows and scrubbed faces. It's about the journey.
Sometimes I feel like a tiny caterpillar, searching for I know not what. Burdened by this terrible hunger to go, to consume, to learn, to grow, to make something of my life. At other times, I feel trapped and tired. I just want to hide away in my chrysalis and sleep away my worries. I want to bury my head beneath mountains of fleece and hug my heart so tightly that it will never feel pain again. I seek quiet, solitude, peace. But like the caterpillar (pupa), at some point, I must emerge. And as I fight to break through my own fears and doubts, crippled by insecurities I dare not let the world see, I grab hold to a strength locked deep inside. Once again, I face the world, unsteady and exhausted, but with a renewed sense of self. The pain, the struggle, has caused a transformation. And while these moments are few and far between, sometimes…just sometimes… I am a beautiful butterfly, wings spread, soaring amongst the clouds.
My life is a cycle…ups and downs, peaks and valleys…repeating, repeating. The cycle never ends, and I never feel like I've "arrived." But am I really supposed to? Life is not about getting to a finish line; it's about what happens throughout the race. Each time this cycle repeats itself, I return to my roots, starting over again, discovering - rediscovering - my talents. My soul returning home for solace, comfort.
This morning, as I did my daily Instagram scan, I came across this little jewel, "I love the person I've become because I fought to become her." So yes, I am 35. And no, I don't have many answers. But I do know that each struggle has made me stronger, each failure more compassionate, and each success more joyful. We all must ride the waves of pain and defeat, happiness and success, but it is our reactions in the face of these events that define us. Because let's face it, everyone has it tough at some point. Everyone faces sorrow and loss. Everyone makes mistakes. But the important thing is how you choose to react, to take responsibility, to own your mistakes and learn from them. It's how you treat others in the wake of these disasters and tragedies. So no, I don't have the answers, and I probably never really will. I'm still struggling to be the best person I can be, the best mother and wife. But I'm OK with that… kind of ;) I'm a work in progress.
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