As much as I love life’s little moments, sometimes I get too caught up in them. Not the positive little moments, but the negative ones. Dirty dishes in the sink. Cereal on the floor. Socks on the couch. They get to me, as I am certain they get to everyone.
But these things pass. If they did not, then they would not be little moments. Just as I love to revel in the positive ones, I must sigh at the negative ones and allow them to continue on through life and not affect me. It is a skill I have been practicing, but I will need to continue practicing if I wish to become a master, or even close to where I would like to be.
I believe in myself. I am here today, writing my books and writing lesson plans for children who I adore and getting to text my sisters from my comfy place on the couch while they are out with their friends in separate cities. My mom and I spoke on the phone last night, and my dearest Seamus heard me through the speaker phone, excited just to hear my voice telling him that I loved him. So many wonderful things happen overtop the not-so wonderful, and slowly, I am being able to focus on what truly matters.