Life is funny. Sometimes it’s funny ha-ha… sometimes it’s funny odd. Sometimes? It’s not funny at all.
Life is also difficult and painful… and wonderful and beautiful.
Did I mention that?
This year has been funny. This year has also been difficult and painful… and wonderful and beautiful.
This year has been short. Sort of. On one hand, it seems as though the New Year just rolled in. On the other, it seems like forever ago I was trying to stay awake ‘til midnight so I could see the ball drop.
As I say, Life is funny.
This year I plugged away… I mothered… I worked… I coached… I got sick… I found out I had cancer… I dealt with it… I took my girl on an amazing trip to NYC… I got a new job… I fell apart completely… I came back together… I rediscovered a few things I love… I got a new job within that new job… and I connected and reconnected with amazing people. I was busy and lazy and tired and happy and sad and uncomfortable and at peace. And occasionally? I was all of things within the span of 24 hours.
Life is funny.
On one hand I feel as though I moved forward this year (at times just plowing ahead with my head down and eyes closed). On the other, I feel as though I made little progress toward goals and desires and fulfilling needs.
Life is funny.
One thing I know for sure, though, is that Life never stops moving (even if we want it to stop for a little while). And I also know for sure that Life has a lot in store for me yet… a lot of difficult, painful, wonderful, beautiful things. I’ve felt for a while like I’m perched on the edge of something big… and I’m trying to work out whether or not I’m supposed to dive right in (but into what? That’s what I don’t know yet) or just sit still, allowing it to come to me – to envelope me in its enormity.
I just don't know.
But I'll let you know when I figure it out.
If I figure it out.