It's been one of those mornings. Hell, if I'm being honest, it's been one of those decades. Okay, maybe not exactly a decade, but maybe like 5 years. Some days it's hard to rise above the darkness that comes whirling through my mind. Or really, more like a foggy grey.
I don't know about you, but I love a good storm. I absolutely love sitting at home, opening up the windows and watching it roll in. Big thick clouds full of rain and lightening. (That's not scientific but go with me here.) There's something so cleansing about the rain soaking into the earth and the soothing sound of a light thunder roll. A reminder that there's something bigger, greater, out there.
This type of storm that sits in my head though is different. Most of my friends and family believe me to be a positive person. Which I try my best to look on the bright side, for those who really know me, know that this isn't always true. I can fake till I make it most times, but sometimes I just can't. I give into it and go under. I cry, I'm grumpy, I lash out. It happens. I also know I can big deep roots from the storm and stand firmer, stronger, next time I'm met with a challenge.
This morning almost got me. I almost let the devil steal my joy. The jeep wouldn't start, my husband is out of town for work for the day, and Uber either didn't have a ride available to my place, or they don't go that far south! Surprising.
After mad texting and calling and zero meltdowns (No, for real, zero.) My ma came to my rescue. Took me to work. A friend of mine offered to let me borrow her vehicle until we get the Jeep fixed and I made it to work! My sis is picking me up from work. I also had a ton of people tag me on Facebook yesterday with this fun little thing.
It was nice to be celebrated randomly, for just being me. It reminded me to just keep moving forward. To not let the crazy morning to take me under.
With Christmas fast approaching and gift giving about to be underway, I'm stressing about money. Everything seems nuts, and it's easy to focus on that.
It would be the same for exercise. If I focused on my bum knee rather than what training I am doing to help it, I would lose hope, quit running and I'd never make it to the marathon. Incremental Progress, can be just a rewarding in the moment, as a big finish after a race. I didn't let the jeep not starting and the below freezing weather keep me from training. I simply, just improvised. Thank you fitness blender for the 37 minute cardio workout this morning.
Are things still crazy for me? Yes. Absolutely. But you know what, today I refused to let the devil steal my joy and I focused on the good. It made for a great turn around for the day. Will everything be sunshine and rainbows the rest of the day? NOPE! Probably not, but I will overcome. Because even the Faith of A mustard seed can move a mountain.