People love to find all the chinks in the armor of their lives. Bitching about shit is a national pastime, for sure. But just stop. Please. And have a good long look at your life.
We can always pick apart the seams and loose threads if we really try. The fabric of life is like that — imperfect. Wonderfully imperfect. It would be so mindlessly boring if life were perfect! Thank The Universe for designing it so challengingly imperfect for our imperfect souls.
My life is wonderful, though far from perfect. However, it’s full of marvelous people — many of them related to me. There are many people who love me. And that love is not dependent on any thing. Not. One. Damn. Thing. I simply have to exist and they love me.
How cool is that?
We tell ourselves these stories that we have to be certain things, or acheive certain things to be acceptable humans. But the voices in our heads are liars. The people who love us see the Real Us. And love us anyway.
When you realize the people who love you will be there for you no matter what, care about you as a human no matter what, and can be trusted with the mess of who you really are — it changes everything.
The people in your life are the most precious gift you have been given. Not your financial status, not your real estate, not your career…your people.
Check your whining at the door. Look around — hug the people who have put up with you lo these many moons. Tell them Thank You for being there with you through the long dark nights. Tell them that you love them too. Let them know you see them. You appreciate them.
St. Paul — not my favorite author, BTW — but he got this one right, “ And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.” 1 Corinthians 13:13.