I’ve been thinking that you all might be worried about me. I have friends and family tell me fairly regularly to, “stay positive” or “keep going.” As if somehow getting older has made me lose my sense of wonder, or has made me hard to this life I’ve been given. I promise you that’s not the case.
I don’t think that getting older has chipped away at my many layers of optimism. I think it’s merely exposed me to all of these very real experiences that connect us as humans –experiences you only get with time. For example when I hear a song, I realize now that the individual who wrote it did so because they felt something – because just as they needed to tell their story, someone else desperately needed to hear it all the same. And that most of the time, it’s the tough stuff that allows us to connect on those levels.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the good parts of life. They’re what make it sweet and worth living. But I’ve realized that life can’t always be about the good. Because you’ve heard it before, but I’ll tell you again: you can’t ever really know the good, unless you’ve seen the bad. You can’t revel in your glory until you’ve first wiped the hard work from your brow. And as hard as you try to avoid them, bad days are going to come. They’re inevitable. But it’s taking those bad days, learning from them, and becoming a more fulfilled individual in spite of them that keep us all going.
That said, I may not be in a season of life where everything is smooth sailing. However, I have so much to be thankful for. And without this season, I wouldn’t be growing. I wouldn’t be becoming more and more of the individual that God has prepared me to be. So to all of those who are concerned, I’m fine. I’m just trying to take it all in and prepare for something really wonderful to happen. Because I know that when it does… I’ll be ready. xx, t.