The year of rest; or maybe not.
I want to slow down and enjoy life more.
If there’s one life lesson that seems to keep bashing me in my head it’s that death doesn’t discriminate. Death doesn’t care if you’re young or old. Death doesn’t care if you’re male or female. Death doesn’t care if you’re black, white or purple. Death will gladly welcome anyone into its embrace. And because of that little fact, I want to enjoy every moment of my life. And that’s a lot easier said than done.
My husband and I have deemed 2015 “The Year of Rest.” It kind of sounds funny, but we want to relax and enjoy the little moments. We want to find more time for ourselves. I think I’m slowly learning how to do just that.
You see, so far 2015 has been anything but a year of rest. It has actually been more of oh-my-gosh-I-am-so-tired-I-don’t-even-know-what-I’m-doing-actually-how-am-I-functioning-right-now?! kind of year; or two days, whatever. But I’m doing okay. And I think one of the reason’s why I’m doing okay is because I really love my job. And I’m trying to remind myself of how much I love my job even in the crazy moments. So even as I sit here falling asleep as I type, I’m happy. I’m grateful. And I’m enjoying my life. One little moment at a time.