Aug 21, 2006


Here's the thing. I'm nothing special. I'm no different than anybody else. But I have realized one thing. I am happy. That's right, I'm HAPPY. There. I said it. And I'm not sorry either. Actually, I'm proud.

Every day I wake up (late) and drag my sorry bones out of bed. I slap on some makeup, toussle my hair, glance at the kids to make sure they are decent, and head out the door. I spend the next nine hours or so at a menial job that I am not that excited about. After that I run between practices, recitals, classes and dinner. It's hectic and chaotic.

It's also FUN. I love my life. I can't wait for weekends when I can lounge around in my pj's with the kids or stay up late with DH watching lame movies and drinking too much wine. We just went on a camping trip with our friends that was the best vacation we could have ever asked for.

My life is simple.
And I love it.

I surround myself with the people who mean the most. I don't bother with the ones who don't. Some people don't understand that. But I have to make the most of the short time that I've got. I have learned the hard way that part of that is to choose wisely how and with whom I spend my time.

I am nothing special. I don't really stand out in any way. But I have created a life for myself that I am happy with and that I love. I have an amazing husband who loves me for who I am, no matter how difficult that may be. I have children who are happy and independent and sassy and talented. They are my pride and joy.

I don't have a large home or lots of money in the bank. I have learned that doing things for show isn't how to achieve happiness.

I have faith. I don't parade it around or show it off with splashy displays. But it is what gets me through each day.

I appreciate the little things. I am happy and thankful each day for all that I have. I have learned to let go of all that I don't.

I am content.

I am insignificantly remarkable.


Jeanne said...

You are wrong about not being special. You are very special. Your warm smile, sense of humor, and your ability to make people feel comfortable are very special to people who meet you...even if only for a brief period of time in a crowded room full of "axe murderers."

tosin said...

Awww! Warm fuzzies from my favorite cousin Jeanne! Now I really DO feel special!

Love ya too!
(Cause I *LOVE* axe murderers!)