I woke up thinking of all of the things that are stressing me out. Just as our household has settled in to the “new” normal we find out things are about to change yet again.
I want to take this moment to remind you that stress comes from good things too so don’t think that I’m not excited to open our sweet little city again, because I am...it’s just that for my family, it comes with a lot of new information for the two small businesses that we run.
On the tails of a blog entry a few days ago called “You Are Never Going Make It” (If you haven’t yet, read this one here)
I began thinking about my current stress vs. what it used to look like for me.
I remember a time that I prayed for stress like this. Well, I didn’t actually pray for stress but I prayed for opportunity and just like in the Never Gonna Make It blog, opportunity doesn’t come without its own set of challenges. Challenges can = stress.
It got me thinking about gratitude and honoring how far I’ve come. This is something that I am extremely proud of and it’s something that you should be proud of yourself for too. It isn’t self absorbed to be proud of yourself for the hard work you’ve done and for the challenges that you’ve crushed!
You should be honoring that as long as you use your experiences to help others along their journey. That’s the key. That’s why I wrote a book. Not because I think I’m super interesting or have fought lions and won but I wrote it simply because I want my story to become someone else’s survival guide. I think every single one of you have a story that needs to be a book! We will talk more about that in another blog 😉
For today, I am asking you to think of 3 things you have now that you used to wish for. I’ll go first
Extra shower curtains
A savings account
Confidence to be myself
Seems silly to some maybe but those are my 3. On a normal day I don’t think about how lucky I am to have something as simple as an extra shower curtain but I look back at where I was compared to where I am now and it 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹.
You see, I was a single Mom