Oh, Christmas. It came and it went and some parts I loved, some I liked and some I tolerated. Isn’t that just life though? I’ve got moments that I really love and could relive a million times over, moments that I’m okay just remembering and moments that I only wish I could forget.
I recently had a moment, in which I’m not willing to share the details, that I wish I could forget. Of course, because I want to forget it, I most likely won’t and that makes it all the more painful to remember. So, I trudge on and carry the moment with me.
I’ve been working hard to find my rhythm and I pretty much have. I’ve been living on Cloud 9, but when this moment happened – remember, the one I want to forget – it was a reminder that not everyone I come in contact with views this time in my life with rose colored glasses.
I assume that people see the joy that I feel in my life. I assume that people see that I’m more in love with my husband than I ever have been. I assume that people see the happy child we’re raising. I assume that people see the time I take to myself to maintain my health, body and mind. I assume that people see me becoming a better version of myself – with the new title “mother” attached. I assume that people see the pure happiness that is my entire life.
So, as I stash this moment away and hope that I never, ever have to dust it off the shelf, I’m wondering what part of that moment I’m supposed to keep. Because certainly there is a silver lining in there somewhere. Perhaps I’ll figure out what that is sooner than later, but right now I’m going to assume that keeping calm and carrying on is enough.