God yes. Everyone I know - at least those that are paying attention - seem to be struggling more right now than anytime in the last two years. Me included. It's been up and down but some of it is just so damn hard. The ground doesn't feel solid beneath my feet at all. I keep thinking about joy and laughter - and vulnerability and death - and joy and laughter.
Robyn, I keep finding myself in these conversations. With friends, with clients. In my own home. We all need to continue to lift one another up. Some days I am stronger, some days you are stronger. I like reminding each other that we are human and we have been through some shit. Your writing reminds me of that and helps me give myself permission to rest when I can. To sit and stare off into space and say… not sure what’s going on rite now, but it’s ok to just BE.
What brings me joy? My grandson. Full of new life, new hope. Smiling, giggling . The other day my daughter was putting plastic solo cups on top of his head, he would wait for them to fall off then he would start giggling so hard. Just a reminder… let’s not take life so seriously.
Yes, it's good to remind ourselves of this over and over again. It's not weakness or failure to be struggling. It's just being human. There is nothing more joyful than the sound of a baby laughing. Thanks for this.
Your writing brings me joy.
Thank you, Betsey!
God yes. Everyone I know - at least those that are paying attention - seem to be struggling more right now than anytime in the last two years. Me included. It's been up and down but some of it is just so damn hard. The ground doesn't feel solid beneath my feet at all. I keep thinking about joy and laughter - and vulnerability and death - and joy and laughter.
There's comfort in knowing we're not alone. And that hopefully this too shall pass.
Robyn, I keep finding myself in these conversations. With friends, with clients. In my own home. We all need to continue to lift one another up. Some days I am stronger, some days you are stronger. I like reminding each other that we are human and we have been through some shit. Your writing reminds me of that and helps me give myself permission to rest when I can. To sit and stare off into space and say… not sure what’s going on rite now, but it’s ok to just BE.
What brings me joy? My grandson. Full of new life, new hope. Smiling, giggling . The other day my daughter was putting plastic solo cups on top of his head, he would wait for them to fall off then he would start giggling so hard. Just a reminder… let’s not take life so seriously.
Yes, it's good to remind ourselves of this over and over again. It's not weakness or failure to be struggling. It's just being human. There is nothing more joyful than the sound of a baby laughing. Thanks for this.
Robyn- I feel what you are saying. These last few months have really been a struggle. Always working to find the joy! Enjoy your articles!
Waking up this morning back home, which is joyful, but to a gray sky--less joyful. Still working at it, too. Thanks for reading!