One of those evenings when this is your perspective. You reflect, you think on all you’ve done, places you’ve gone. You are reminded about the wonderful people, and friends, and family that have graced your path along the way.
Life has it’s trials and it’s struggles. Whether you have a lot or a little or in the middle, it doesn’t discriminate based on status. Whatever tests life has for us, we’ll find them at some point.
If you read my last post, you can imagine what it’s like to go through the fierceness of Harvey. At yet, even in my own family, two different realities exists. I’m in Dallas, yet I still feel the weight of what’s happened.
I think about all the flights I’ve taken and all the times I was protected. I arrived in one piece. I made it back the same.
I think about jobs taken, moves made in the hopes that it would make my life better. I wasn’t always better off financially the way I thought, but what I gained in the experience was priceless. That’s what it was about after all.
That we all walk away stronger, better, with more insight than we had before.
I don’t claim any particular outcome as having to be mine. Why would I when things can be so different? All can be gone. Things can change quickly. Your normal can become a normal you weren’t expecting.
Somehow, this is the way to the dreams we often talk about. When we sit down, we enjoy it more when we’ve been on our feet. When we come home, we enjoy it more when we’ve been out working hard. When we eat, we enjoy it more when we cooked it with love.
And when I take a flight on vacation, I enjoy it more because I know how every single day I engage even when I may be exhausted. We all have our turn. Work hard, rest well.