Today I celebrate some worries. Because we can’t just celebrate the lovely and the grand and the comforting. Worries steal sleep. Create guilt. Taint happy. Ground us in the real.
If we are human, and we are, worries are a reality. So I am going to give mine a little honour and hope they will in turn, give me a little peace.
I am worried about the weeds in my back yard. The mess in my basement. How often my bathrooms should be cleaned and aren’t.
I worry about screen time and my teenagers. And how much time we spend arguing about it. Future everything and my teenagers. Choices, friendships, relationships, risks.
Nagging worries? The U.S presidential election. Crazy weather. The threat of earthquakes. The Vancouver housing market that means I am sitting on millions and others (including those children of mine) can’t have a home and the security that should bring.
I worry about teaching a new grade this fall in the room I still am setting up in a school I haven’t really worked at yet.
I worry about who in my house has had enough vegetables. Has read enough books. Has had enough sleep.
I worry about the balance between work and home and self and the dance I will soon be doing to try and find it with a new job and children advancing another year into high school.
I worry about vacations to plan. Money to fix up the back garden. Appointments to book.
I worry I shouldn’t be worrying and then that I should.
But if we are human, and we are, we can also pull out the happy of life that weaves its way through all of these worries and woes and hold it up and keep it close. Like the really good coffee my husband made me in our overpriced kitchen. The hawk cries in my huge pine tree where the weeds don’t grow. That the first words from my teenage son this morning were “I love you.”
Thank you to Ruth Ayres and the #celebratelu community!
Being part of a community that regularly shares gratitude and celebrations truly transforms my weeks.