I’ve heard it said many times that life isn’t about what happens to you but how you react to what happens to you. And I always simply agreed. But I’ve thought about it a lot lately and I think that saying is a little dismissive, and a little too basic, because life IS about the things that happen to you. The things that we have no control over. And when we are forced to feel and react to those things, those things eventually shape us.
This past week and a half has been one of a lot of struggle for me. I was traveling a lot and tired and suffered the loss of more than one person I loved.
I’ve done my best to muddle through and be as positive as I can and look for that elusive silver lining but I found in doing that I was doing a disservice to myself. I wasn’t actually dealing with anything. I was band-aiding it. Trying to cover it up until it went away.
News flash…it doesn’t go away.
I had to accept what had happened this week and face it head on because ignoring it and pretending to be happy wasn’t going to change anything. So, I embraced it. I’ve cried, I’ve screamed, I’ve slept, I’ve fasted (going on 72 hours) and prayed and ended my night last night with a meditation and Nordy sleeping beside me growling softly as I imagine he was dreaming about his day at the vet getting poked and prodded.
Did it change anything? No. But will it? Eventually. I’m learning to take it day by day. Sometimes moment by moment.
I’m learning what it means to truly praise God in the storm. Is it easy? Not even a little bit. But my choice is to grow through the pain and not just go through it. And that won’t happen if I ignore it.
So as always friends, please, please be kind to one another. I’ve said it a thousand times and will continue to do so…you never ever know what someone is going through and hiding behind their smile.