A good friend wrote to me recently,
"I am truly inspired by you--have gotten so much out of your blog and watching you over these years and will continue to leech information, tips, and ideas from you forever!! I could never be as brave to put myself out there like you do with your blog. It takes a lot of courage to share. The gifts and talents you have and share, and life you choose to live, cannot be compared to anyone else."
Those words I have read multiple times in the last few days.
I am someone who tends to get paranoid and anxious when I over think things.
I worry I am disappointing Ed, my family, my kids, my friends.
I worry that what I choose to do each day isn't valued by all those people.
This friend that typed that to me gave me something to tuck into my pocket and pull out when I have an afternoon where the dirty dish pile is looming, the kids are cranky, and all I want to do is escape.
Her words are/were a gift.
Each of us has the chance to make a life for ourselves...
and sometimes a broken ankle, a case of the stomach flu, a change in jobs, or a spilled glass of milk at breakfast...can disrupt the momentum that we are feeling.
But it is the changes in momentum that bring about new adventures, new challenges, and new realizations about what's important to you.
And if we get caught up worrying about what others are thinking.
It can only bring us down, because we forget to take note of what our own thoughts are.
I am a person who very much appreciates when good friends build me up.
Even when they don't know that building up was needed.
I care what they think and feel, and I am glad they remind me that...
"the life I choose to lead can not be compared to anyone else."
Because, it is my life.
It is my building and changing and growing.
Thank you friend.
Your little note meant the world.
And is a great reminder what power words can have for a friend.
On a side note, getting your little girl a dollhouse so that you, the mama, can rearrange the furniture and play house makeover without spending money or hurting your back pushing around furniture...
Just like the grandma's hair in the picture above.
Daddy's off skiing with Hankers.
Syd is waking from a nap.
We will get bundled and pick up Chuck and head to the ski hill to snap a few pics of our brave skier.
Time to get that moody girl up...the one who drew all over multiple walls this morning when she snagged a random marker from a bucket where markers don't belong. I don't think magic eraser will take orange marker off a wood door? ugh.