Happiness (and sadness)
I can't believe summer is officially over. Shadyn's already a few weeks into second grade (holy cow!), and I'm feeling relieved at how quickly and easily we fell back into the school routine... although Naomi still needs reassurance every morning after we wave good bye to her brother that yes, he's coming back. :)
Right now, it's small, sweet things like these that I'm trying to savor more than ever. It's been a harder-than-usual month or so, and I could definitely use the extra gratitude and joy.
I'm not sure what's led to the unexpected decline in my health. Muscles that have rarely been affected in the past, like my mouth and hands, have been wearing out quickly. And life on my feet—even with a walker—seems to be getting progressively harder.
To be honest, it's left me feeling more discouraged than I've felt in a long time. I often tell myself it's okay to be sad as long as I don't get stuck there. This has always meant allowing myself to have a "sad day" then waking up the next morning ready to face the new day with positivity and faith.
Lately it's been hard to accept that sometimes a "sad week" (or three or four) is in order. And is just as okay as a "sad day" is.
Sometimes the first step toward happiness is opening up space for sadness.
I hope this note finds you on a happy day, dear friend. But if not, let it offer you the hope that sadness (or disappointment or guilt or frustration) can just as easily be the beginning of your happiness, as it can the ending.
May you make it your beginning.
With love and hope,
PS: While the unknown still feels heavy, I'm trying to bring in a fresh start with this change in schedule and season. New routines, new projects (like my new book, Something to Savor, being released at the end of the month!), and new goals are on the horizon. Good things are surely ahead.