Anonymous Gift
I've recently found myself drained from world news, a hurtful text, angry drivers, incompetent customer service, the hectic back to school and sports scheduling of four kids, our new time consuming puppy, the change in seasons, missing longtime friends so distant, and lack of purpose from professional work in which I previously had an impact, you name it! I am human.
This too shall pass; I thought to myself, I'm generally a positive, energetic, outgoing individual, yet find myself devoid of courage to write anything in pursuit of my goals. Stuck in a rut by my first world problems, not insurmountable, I felt guilty. I even contemplated searching for employment again, as if that would solve my issues or fill me with exuberance, as the constant stay-at-home-mom battle of fulfillment and judgment waged war in my head.
It's during these melancholic times that I have been touched with grace, whether a phone call, note from a friend, or a sermon last Sunday in church reminding me to believe I am living a life that matters. Or my 11-year-old son, who last night at the dinner table complimented me by saying I'm good at being a mom, organizing our activities and blogging, as my eyes welled up with tears. Loving words received with impeccable timing. I am blessed.
Yesterday, I received an anonymous package with a book inside, a New York Times bestseller from someone who thought of me. No note or return address. Just kindness, resonating "get off your ass and pursue your dreams." At least that was my positive interpretation! After all, even bestselling authors started unknown.
Today is September 11th. I am reminded we all matter and to pay it forward gracefully with intention. The world needs peace, love and kindness now more than ever. I am extremely grateful for family, friends and a new novel to enjoy when written words escape me! Today is a new opportunity for us all to live a life that matters.
This too shall pass; I thought to myself, I'm generally a positive, energetic, outgoing individual, yet find myself devoid of courage to write anything in pursuit of my goals. Stuck in a rut by my first world problems, not insurmountable, I felt guilty. I even contemplated searching for employment again, as if that would solve my issues or fill me with exuberance, as the constant stay-at-home-mom battle of fulfillment and judgment waged war in my head.
It's during these melancholic times that I have been touched with grace, whether a phone call, note from a friend, or a sermon last Sunday in church reminding me to believe I am living a life that matters. Or my 11-year-old son, who last night at the dinner table complimented me by saying I'm good at being a mom, organizing our activities and blogging, as my eyes welled up with tears. Loving words received with impeccable timing. I am blessed.
Yesterday, I received an anonymous package with a book inside, a New York Times bestseller from someone who thought of me. No note or return address. Just kindness, resonating "get off your ass and pursue your dreams." At least that was my positive interpretation! After all, even bestselling authors started unknown.
Today is September 11th. I am reminded we all matter and to pay it forward gracefully with intention. The world needs peace, love and kindness now more than ever. I am extremely grateful for family, friends and a new novel to enjoy when written words escape me! Today is a new opportunity for us all to live a life that matters.
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