- I freakin opened my eyes this morning. No, they opened on their own. No, God chose to open my eyes. DOPE.
- I have a god-daughter that still remembers me even when I haven’t seen her in an embarrassingly long time.
- For friends that accept me despite my aloofness.
- For a mom and dad, brother and sister.
- For laughter and tears.
- For love and heartache.
- For the gift of acceptance.
“The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” ― Mark Twain
Words of wisdom from Umair Haque.
1. You can’t find inspiration if you can’t face heartbreak.
2. You can’t be inspiring if you’re not willing to have your heart broken.
3. If you’re not feeling inspired, it’s because your head’s getting in the way of your heart.
4. Inspiring people don’t make the sensible decisions. They don’t make the proper decisions. They make the right decisions.
5. Inspiration is when the heart opens itself to possibility.
Break your heart. Mend it. Make mistakes. Live. Try. Learn. Do it all over again.
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Sometimes I wake up and my first thought is I didn’t get enough sleep. I get to the fridge to find that I don’t have enough fruit to make my smoothie. And then I look at my to-do list and realize I don’t have enough time to get even half way through it.
I get in my car and discover that I don’t have enough gas to get to the yoga studio. Later, I come home to a letter from my bank manager telling me I don’t earn enough for a mortgage.
And I spend the rest of the day feeling like I’m just not good enough.
The Never Enough Problem
Never good enough.
Never thin enough.
Never clever enough.
Never pretty enough.
Never rich enough.
Never successful enough.
We could all fill in the blank of “never __________ enough.”
We spend our lives calculating how much we have, how much we want, and how much we don’t have. And we compare this to what everyone else has (or to the visions of perfection we get from the media) – a self-defeating cycle that will always ends with the same conclusion: We are lacking. We never have enough. We never are enough.
But there is an answer to the Never Enough Problem: Gratitude.
Gratitude is what makes the glass half full. It reminds you that you have enough and that you are enough.
I absolutely did not want to get up for work this morning. I did not want to get dressed or brush my teeth. Or do my makeup. I did not want to make that one hour-long commute. Of course I begrudgingly did all of those things.
I’ve been in a very introspective mood lately. Really, I always am. Always over-thinking, always over-analyzing and always observing. It’s exhausting! Despite all of that, I had a pretty good weekend. Spent time with friends: eating, drinking and laughing until we couldn’t stand it. And I loved it. But there’s always that moment after it’s all over when you retreat back to your thoughts. Back to reality.
Yesterday after work, I went home, took a nap and woke up restless. The sun was out being annoyingly bright. I got up with the intent to do yoga but I always forget the moves so there’s that. Then I decided to take a walk but I didn’t feel like being chased by a dog. So, I went to the small airport by my house just to watch the sunset and ruminate over different aspects of life.
As long as we are persistent in our pursuit of our deepest destiny, we will continue to grow. We cannot choose the day or time when we will fully bloom. It happens in its own time. –Denis Waitley
Last week, a friend of mine put this post in her Gmail status. Shortly after reading it, I came across this post amongst the blogs that I read. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that both posts speak true to how I’m feeling and have been feeling for a long time now. I am not happy. Waking up in the morning feels like a chore. Finding interest in people and things have become a burden. Foods that I use to love have lost their flavor. And tears? HA! I’ve cried more times this year alone than I have in my entire life, twice over.
But WHO wants to talk about that stuff? Who can you say those things to without feeling like you’re complaining or seeking sympathy? No one, really. But I’m choosing to tell you all today for vulnerability’s sake. I don’t wake up every morning with birds singing sweet songs in my ears. I’m not excited about much of anything anymore. I feel like a complete stranger to myself. That’s not the kinds of things people want to hear. But it’s my truth for the moment.
After reading those posts, I felt like I should be honest with you all. I know that my writing has changed because I don’t feel 100% like myself. That isn’t fair to you as a faithful reader. I appreciate you so much. So here goes.