Live It
March 16, 2016
Wake up.
No really. Wake up.
Life is short.
Live it.
Live every single day like it might be your last. Understand
that you control what makes you happy. You control how you look at things in
your life. You control how you want to face every single day and every single
situation. Why spend life mad, frustrated, envious or disappointed? In just a
moments time, your life can change forever. We have no control over that. If
your life ended today, would you be happy? If someone was taken from your life
today, could you say you had your best times with them? Did you leave things
unsaid to anyone? Are you proud of
yourself? Do you do the things and act in a way that makes your life awesome?
You should!
Facebook has been reminding me of past moments. You know, it
gives you the option to see your memories and things you posted in the past. With
the more recent memories, my heart flutters with all things “Mama” when I see
last year’s posts of Z at just a few weeks old. Go back beyond that and I see
links to previous blog posts, which are also pretty awesome reminding me of the
struggle to get to a better place. Then… I get back to the dark time. The time
when everything was the suck. When my posts were negative and sad. When I was
pretty much wishing each day away because I hated my job, was unhappy with my
home, not in the greatest place with the Hubs and broke. Apparently, I thought
everyone needed to know that I was miserable and thought maybe if I shared it
in my status on facebook it would make me feel better. It didn’t. There was
nothing anyone could say to make me feel better and I think maybe I just wanted
people to commiserate with me. Eww.
I was envious of my friends that were in a “better” place
than me. Everyone seemed so happy while I was dragging myself through a “groundhog
day” lifestyle. I looked at the friends that were done with school, that had
nice homes and were seeming living their lives how I wanted to be living mine.
What I didn’t realize was, I had the power to make my life exactly how I wanted
it to be. If I just turned each situation into a positive… that I was in
school, I had a home, a job and a husband… and I was just lucky to be able to
be where I was… it would have been a whole different situation.
Thankfully, I was able to turn that around. Over the years
after I graduated and found a great job and CrossFit, my life began to change.
I took control. I did those things. I made my life better. I got out of a bad
job situation. I changed my whole lifestyle and joined the gym, made some
amazing friends and took control of my health. Hubs and I took a good look at
our marriage and were able to learn to communicate better, laugh more and not be
so stressed out in our relationship. We are in love and are so blessed to have
each other.
There have been days where the “ugly”
pops up again. Times when I start to feel that little green envy monster
sitting on my shoulder whispering “why cant I have that.” Frankly, it pisses me
off. I don’t know why we are programmed in our lives to want what don’t have. I have to remind myself
that I am in control. There is no reason I cant have what that person has (within
reason of course). I just have to make
the changes in my life that are necessary to do so.
However, more importantly, I can
not live my life for tomorrow. I have a pretty great life at this moment. Why
focus on the negative?
Over the last few months I have
experienced quite a bit of loss, from a tragic and sudden loss for a co-worker,
to a long battle and loss for another co-worker, to the loss of a strong
amazing big hearted Great Uncle of mine… each one while a completely different
situation from each other, causes me to take a step back and be thankful for my
life. Why does it take death to make that happen. It shouldn’t. I have experienced
enough loss that I should be living that way every single day… life is all
about perspective. We are owed nothing. Be happy, make changes, hug, kiss,
laugh… life can change tomorrow.
Wake up.
No really. Wake up.
Life is short.
Live it.
Live it.
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