There just isn’t enough hours in the day…
If there is one thing I’ve learned about myself over the past year is – I just try to do too much. I’m sure we all suffer from this common sickness and I’m not talking about “hard work.” The ailment I (we) can’t seem to cure is the pursuit of “success.” We want MORE but really need less. The lifestyle of the rich and famous is paraded down main street with thirty- balloon handlers over my head and I’m holding a party balloon with blimp ambition.
Guilty… more… more… more!
I’m screaming it at the top of my lungs, when in reality (with all that’s going on around the globe) I should be thankful I even opened my eyes this morning. More appreciative to wake up to two beautiful kids who only asked for Oreos for breakfast. I stood around a table today filled with food and family and took a moment to say – thanks. Thanks for what I have, thanks for the memories I’ve acquired and the souls that are present in my life.
Thank you for the party balloon, thank you for the string to hold it high and thank you for the strength to hold it.
Take a moment to celebrate life. Take a moment to celebrate how far you’ve come and the greatness that remains ahead.