Sometimes we become so immersed in our own problems. We think things won’t get better. We get sad. We lose sight of the long term.
And then suddenly we move past them. Things aren’t quite as hard. Maybe even good. And the transition is so subtle we might not even notice. Or take the time to celebrate.
I’m amazed at what people handle on a given day. The responsibility. The long days. Enduring everything even through exhaustion.
It would be wonderful to acknowledge the moment we go from dark to light, bad to good, exhausted to recharged. But we miss it. We are moving too fast. We tend to go from one problem to the next. Focusing always on what is hard. Instead of celebrating what is good.
Is it a survival mechanism? Short sightedness?
I don’t know. But I don’t want to live my life always focused on what’s not going perfectly. I want to focus on the small victories. The ones that add up over time. The moments that make me smile. When I’m awed by my children. The moments when I see my life with wonder and celebrate the gifts right in front of me.
