“Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have – life itself.” ~ Walter Anderson
It’s been a long time since I wrote a post. Too long. I really have no excuse. I seem to form a million posts in my head every day but they never make it down. Things have been busy, school was ending, and a million little things kept piling up and it was hard to keep my head above water most days.
I did accomplish something though…I ran my first 10k. I won’t go into too much detail here because that is a post in itself but it was hard, scary, amazing, wonderful and a million other things all rolled into one. It was the most fantastic accomplishment I have to date and has actually made me a little excited about tackling the half marathon in October.
I posted a few pictures to Facebook earlier today and although I live with myself every day, it’s crazy to see the changes that are happening, especially within the last year. I run everyday. I’m in the best shape of my life. I’ve never felt better. I have made so many lifestyle changes that I can’t help but be proud of all I have accomplished. And yet…
There are other things I know I still need to focus on. Character, emotional instability, and simply overall personality.
I tend to get angry too easily, and sometimes for reasons even I can’t identify. I yell too much, and usually at the people who love me the most. At times I can be completely and utterly selfish…forgetting that it’s not just me in my life anymore, but that I’m also a wife and a mother. I tend to push people away and challenge them too much…and not in a good way. Most days I am simply too much; too overbearing, too emotional, too demanding. A tornado when most people can only handle a rainy day. A hurricane when most people only want a light breeze.
And the worst part of it all? I know most people can’t handle it. But I still fault them anyway. And the ones that can handle it? I don’t cherish them as much as I should.
I seem to have the physical changes down…but maybe it’s time I start working on the other aspects of my life.
Because what’s the point in moving forward if I have no one to share my life with?