Sit With Me
I recently realized something pretty devastating: I have begun to put second things first and first things second. There is pure beauty in the moments where you sit with someone you love, totally present and rejoicing or mourning alongside them. These are the moments where lives lived together blossom into a bouquet of awesome, and are of first importance. What I have chosen instead is to be super pushy and dogmatic about completing chores, bathing, and keeping order. All of this is to enhance the possibility of peace at home. The irony of it all is that I think the peace is much more likely to grow in the chaotic but beautiful moments of connection than the satisfaction of a dust free home. Aging into the fine wine I am shooting for I am gradually becoming more comfortable with these realizations. Instead of becoming defensive or ornery of all that is being expected (which has been my go-to for years), I am learning that having my eyes opened to something not working is a gift. It only becomes a curse if I refuse to acknowledge the veracity of the realization and continue living the same way expecting a different result.[Read More]
