This morning I woke up to blue skies and sunshine. It reminded me of how good life is. Sometimes I get caught up in the bad news, the high gas prices, life struggles going on within and without the family, and my own trivial worries.
I forget - momentarily - that good news and bad news come and go. A steady diet of either wouldn't be good. Too much bad and we become beaten. We lose hope and do stupid, hopeless things. We lose our joie de vive, and our ultimate goal focus. Likewise, a constant diet of happy, good, easy news isn't always good. We become complacent and lazy.
Our survival tools become blunted and dull. We forget how to solve problems, and/or look to everyone else to solve them. Much as I hate to admit it, an ebb and flow between the two is probably best for our learning, strength building, and growth. Not that we have much control over the darn thing. It's a constant struggle to find the balance.
The lucky thing is that our own individual ebb and flow varies from others around us. It's lucky because it gives us the chance to help a friend or family member who is struggling when we're riding high.
And when we hit our low point, there are so many outstretched hands, and ready hugs. It's inspirational no matter what point in the ebb and flow you're in. The hard part is remembering to look around you to take notice of who could benefit from a little dose of you.
Or, if you're struggling in the shadows, remembering to look around for that friendly face and ready hug. That someone who would love to help you or be your friend.
And it's interesting how, so much of the time, it isn't the person you'd expect. But that is one of the many, many things that keep life interesting and rich.
You never know when there will be a treasure waiting in the next moment, the next life drama.
That shiny gold thread woven into your tapestry. It's exciting when you stop to think about it.
When I look back on my life, and see the multiple missed opportunities, bad judgements, and times when I've just plain old screwed up, it makes me really sad. Discouraged. Despondent. But I know that we are not to wallow in self loathing, and self pity. It's toxic. I've had the thought that, with most of us, the worst mistakes we make stem from a common character flaw. With me, it's fear. Fear of what people think, fear that I'm not good enough, fear to try because I might appear stupid. Fear. Of many things. For others, it could be something else. We all have our demons. And that's the thing I've realized that has helped me: we all have our demons. No one is exempt - even those who always seem so together and complete. So I try to cast my fear aside, and become fearless. It doesn't always work. But more often than not, it does.
When I struggle, I try to remember that so does everyone else. And for some reason, that imperfect human factor makes me a little less afraid to reach out to others, or to ask for help myself. We are all touched by sadness, by inadequacies in one category or another, by imperfection. But as long as we keep trying,
keep picking ourselves up and trying again, those imperfections don't get the best of us.
Oh, and by the way, it's good to help your friends and family dust off when they've taken a header. There's nothing worse than slipping on that banana peel and completely biting it, and then watching everyone pretend that they didn't see.
For heaven's sake, help them up and at least share a laugh (or a cry) over a Diet Coke. That is being a friend. Taking that fear of falling away and showing that life goes on, life will get better. The booboo can heal, and we can fly again.
And that's what Spring in all of it's glory reminds me of. That ability we've been given to have many many chances to make good and do better. Once fallen, not always in a messy heap on the ground. We can rise up and learn from mistakes.
Even bad ones. We can learn, we can grow, we can change for the better. I love that. It fills me with hope and happiness. It makes me anticipate those beautiful spring bulbs that come up year after year. The new leaves on on the trees. The hint of warmth in the air. It may rain from time to time. It may even be a proper storm.
But Spring always comes, my friends. Always.