This post is a contribution to Nathan’s fabulous blog-off. Visit the link for the rest of the participants and further information. A portion of the proceeds are being contributed to The March Of Dimes, an oh-so-worthy charity.
It’s no surprise to many of my readers that I’ve been struggling lately. I’m unhappy about my return to work after a year off to enjoy being a new mother, I’ve been ill, my marriage is on shaky grounds (oh wait, did I not mention that previously?) and we’re facing financial devastation. We just listed our condo for sale and it looks like we may be taking a loss on it. This? This is not my version of The Best Life.
This past weekend, for the Fourth of July holiday, I was actually able to let go of all of that and really enjoy myself. I cherished the last few days of my freedom before my return to work, my best friend’s last few days of pregnancy (she delivers via c-section tomorrow morning!) and I relished in the sunshine and the heat of the summer. I let myself be yanked behind a boat on an inflatable tube and I let go and happily spun through the air into the cool lake water. I came up gasping for air and grinning. I came home bruised and proud and happy.
The thing is, sometimes life is shit. It’s just the way it goes. Right now my life is not all peaches and cream, but that’s the way the cookie crumbles. In the midst of all that dung, there’s still the potential for fun and for smiles. I have this amazingly beautiful and smart baby and she’s sunshine and giggles every day. So maybe this IS The Best Life. Maybe if we can just peer around the yuckiness and duck the flying crap, we can always remember where the roses are.
My life may not be where I’d like it to be, but you know what? It’s a damn good life.