“Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spend the rest of the day putting the pieces together.” ― Ray Bradbury,
I feel like this every single day.
Will the landmine be in my mind, one of my children, my husband, my pets? What will the after shock be? Will I recover slow or quick?
I’m trying so hard to keep my energy going – but those bloody landmines keep getting in the way.
Kidney stone caused a late Monday trip to the hospital for me (oh joy), the Thursday before that my poor hubby was in agony from a horrible ear infection, now my youngest has an awful cold and is coughing all night, my eldest turns 17 next week and I have to figure out birthday plans, my middle child – he’s actually not doing bad. No landmines with him, well, except for the behavioural issues.
It’s almost 1 in the afternoon here and I have been ready for bed since I got up.
It’s also worth every waking moment.
I’ll take the landmines and the chaos they cause and use them to produce a life that is full and rich – full of love, laughter, tears, pain, joy, and a wealth in emotion and family. Don’t get me wrong, I would love a calmer existence, but that would be so much more boring.
Now to work on getting that exercise in and moving in the moment!
Ellie Goulding – Explosions