A lot of life happens outside of books. Since my last post, my husband graduated with his PhD in neuroscience. We moved out of our house and into my parent’s house for a couple short weeks. Ohio is calling our name and we are listening. Among all the hustle and bustle of packing our house and moving, I have enjoyed reading the Rush Revere series and The Life of Fred with my kids. Sixty Acres and a Bride (again), The Four Agreements, Here to Stay, The Rose Garden, Sandwich with a Side of Romance, Somebody Like You, A Tangle of Knots, and Once Upon a Prince have kept me company. Sweet, lovely company.
Although I desperately miss my quiet read time, I am enjoying our crazy-move-across-the-United-States adventure. Leaving our home and neighbors has been hard, but it has forced me to evaluate my priorities. So much of my time revolves around wanting to appear more “this or that” instead of embracing the life I have and the silly little quirks that make me, me. I think it is natural to reach for perfection instead of embracing the perfection that already surrounds us.
I often forget that no amount of skill or talent will increase my personal worth because my personal worth is already there. It is in you and it is in me and it has been since the beginning of creation. C.S. Lewis talks about finding the God in everyone that surrounds us and Ann at Holy Experience talks about people’s tendency to “see the world in measuring sticks instead of burning bushes.” Whether you choose to write or read or sew or bake or take fancy pictures – your worth remains the same.
As a stay-at-home mom, I struggle with this concept. I believe that I should bake cookies more often, fit in smaller jeans, always talk kindly, and never take a minute for myself… yet, I berate myself for not being more “in the world.” Other moms volunteer in soup kitchens, crochet hats for the hospital, and run their own private businesses. The act of looking around at the world with my own ruler drains my energy and decreases my appreciation for the gifts I have to offer. Oprah relates this habit of looking and comparing the accomplishments of others to the runner that spends more time looking behind then ahead. Panic will boil in the veins when someone behind starts to get close and desperation will saturate our courage when others pass us up. Somehow in this life of social media connections, I have to learn to start looking ahead at the things I want to accomplish in my life. I have to find the courage to give validation to my dreams.
I’ve learned that it is hard to “pack it light” when it comes to expectations we have for ourselves and for those that surround us. We define what we want and we expect results. Like my over-stuffed storage unit, we hang on to harsh personal standards that really hold us back and weigh us down. In the book Walden, Henry David Thoreau talks about the weight and responsibility of our possessions. We buy a little knick-knack and we have to dedicate our time and resources to keep it looking dust-free and nice. Like our knick-knacks, our harmful thoughts and definitions of what it means to be a good person weigh us down and prevent us from enjoying the amazing blessings of today. They force us to always see our glass as half-empty instead of overflowing, bubbly, and fizzy with gratitude for the amazing life we have to live today.
Thanks to a highly-stressful move, I am beginning to see the overflowing exciting bubbles of joy in my cup of life. I am happy, loved, and dreaming big dreams. I have everything I need and so much more. And for that – I am truly grateful.