In more ways than one, this month has been a real humdinger. Rather than air my grievances, just trust me that it’s been tough.
Every year my husband and I go camping with another couple. This year, the four of us headed to High Cliff State Park. This park is near and dear to me as it was the site of my daughter’s first camping experience.
My girlfriend and I packed up the car and headed out the door, anticipating the scenic drive (sans husbands!) and the promise of a weekend of relaxing bliss.
We did not have a weekend of relaxing bliss. Rather, it was full a weekend full of high points and low points including, but not limited to: boat rides, car accidents, campfires, rainstorms, lost cellphone, ice cream cones, broken air mattresses, general laughter, pickle-chip-stealing-raccoon, strong cocktails, make-shift coolers and a picturesque goat farm.
When life, Mother Nature and people who drive away from car accidents hand you lemons, you get yourself on that boat and smile (because you’re on a boat) and then, you drive to a goat farm and feed goats.
In other words:
Even when the glass is half empty, it’s still half full
Last week, I spilled my coffee in the kitchen. My cup was literally half empty/full. I walked around the spill, looked the other direction and enjoyed the remaining half of my lukewarm coffee. Then, I cleaned up the mess. I think this perspective comes with experience, age and motherhood. Spilled coffee is small potatoes compared to the luxury that is a clean, quiet kitchen.
Nothing is ever perfect
Rewind to five or six years ago, when I was in my mid-twenties and had this belief that we would all live happily ever after. How naive! I didn’t anticipate to watch friends and family lose loved ones, have health issues or breakup for many, many years. I’ll type it again, how naive! Nothing is ever perfect and accepting imperfections doesn’t mean lowing the bar. Nothing is ever perfect doesn’t mean rolling with the punches. It means learning from the last punch in order to dodge the next. Or at least, learning how to fight back.
Friendship is magic
Those of you with kids might know this to be the My Little Pony tagline. Cheesy tagline and all, I love this phrase. As the quantity of visits with friends has decreased over the years, the quality of our time together has increased. Time is precious and text messages don’t always cut it. Friends keep me energized, provide perspective, they can laugh in your face and hand you a bottle of dry shampoo to use as a make-shift microphone when lip sync battles get intense. Nothing beats time with friends. Who else will help you forget about your worries when life hands you lemons? They’ll be the first ones to tell you: go on a boat and feed a goat.