Is it just me, or has the world gone frightfully mad?
It feels like every week another tragic event, natural disaster or act of violence monopolizes the news and our hearts. We’re left feeling confused and vulnerable. Searching for ways to make sense of the senseless and help those who are hurting. And I think it’s that feeling–that vulnerability–that is the hardest to move past.
There’s not always logic to what life hands us, and recent events are a painful reminder of the lack of control we ultimately have over our fates. It scares the crap out of me. But it also forces me to recognize that life must go on, and despite the scariness, good still exists, and plenty of it.
I’ve found that consciously pausing to reflect on the good–what makes me truly happy–is becoming even more necessary. It’s a way to avoid being consumed with what’s wrong, and to remember what’s right.
For me, it’s often simple things. Like, say, the fact that Jim laughs in his sleep.
Weird, I know, but it’s one of the most wonderful things about him.
Although it usually only happens once in a while, it’s happened twice this week. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and heard him cracking up, still completely asleep, then he conks out again. The first few times it was a little creepy. Now? It’s endearing.
I’m so lucky to have a husband with a perpetually positive attitude and good nature, it’s something I’m thankful for on a daily basis, and the fact that he’s happy even in his subconscious is pretty rad.
Our second anniversary was two weeks ago, and I spent some time going through photos from our wedding day. This is one of my all-time favorite shots of my happy husband, taken while he watched me walk down the aisle.
So many things to be thankful for and happy about. As we mourn recent tragedies, be patient, and leave room for the good to ease back when it feels right, because that’s what will sustain us.