One of the best parts about Colorado winters is all of this
sunshine. Growing up in the Midwest,
winters are dark, gray and seem like they will last for the rest of your
life. Especially this winter. Or so I’ve been told. I found out that not everyone is so amused
when you post a picture of yourself drinking a beer in 60 degree weather in the
middle of February.
I get it. It’s about
perspective.
We are in the middle of some big changes around our
house. Good changes.
But what have I mentioned a few times about me and
change? There is also fear. Fear of the unknown.
I haven’t been sleeping well. I go to bed early because I am completely
worn out (and I turned into my dad), and I wake up in the middle of the night
and can’t go back to sleep.
I wake up at 2 am with a to-do list. I suppose I could write here that I have also
turned into my mom.
Sometimes, there is waiting with change. It can be a multi-step process. Sometimes those steps seem never ending.
I found myself at a stand still this weekend. A temporary reprieve from the projects. There wasn’t anything else to do but wait.
So I sewed.
And drank beer.
I actually relaxed.
I was able to gain some perspective on these changes. See the bigger picture.
When it came down to it, I felt privileged.
In my professional and personal life, I see people who are
adapting to the world around them because of big changes. But these are tragic changes.
My adaptations seem small.
Minor inconveniences for the sake of achieving a goal.
Even in the celebration of a restful weekend, I am still
aware of the other side. The shadow
side. I am painfully aware that I could
have been handed a different set of life circumstances. I am privileged.
As I take my to-do list to bed with me tonight, I am going
to take a moment to readjust my perception.
Remind myself that these are minor inconveniences.
Be grateful for the privilege of these minor inconveniences.
And pray for those who are burdened with tragedy.