remarkable

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.