I came home from work yesterday feeling especially worn out and bogged down by fear. I kind of lost perspective. Do you do that sometimes? Forget how actually good you have it and think I am so not cut out for all of this?
Kate and I started talking. She said something to me that really stuck, you have your faith.
Honestly, isn't that the truth? I know I often blog about how much I love the people in my life but I also am completely sustained by my faith. I mean that in every sense of the word.
I'm not saying I'd be a mess without religion, but my faith brings out the absolute best in me. It really helps me keep perspective and see the forest for the trees.
When I was a senior in college I took a class called Women in the Holocaust. It really helped me get it, like how dare I, a privileged sorority girl with plenty to eat and a semi-cute wardrobe to boot ever think I have it hard? What people on this earth have gone through, are going through is much more difficult. Yet, they often find a way to recognize the joy in something, no matter how small.
After our chat Kate drove down to Lund's and picked us up a treat: dessert, crackers and my favorite, brie cheese. It was exactly the little pick me up I needed, but to be honest the conversation had already done that for me.
I'm feeling grateful. I hope you have a lovely weekend readers!