“Midlife: when the Universe grabs your shoulders and tells you “I’m not f-ing around, use the gifts you were given.” Brene Brown
My belief is that profanity, while offensive and low-minded to some, can express an emotion the way no other word can. Of course, such expressions may be limited by your proximity to children, your current employer or your religious leader. Please, I beg you, use profanity as the art form it is. Don’t use it in front of those who don’t appreciate its aesthetics, or use too many curses at once. Don’t curse just because other people around you are doing it. Do it because you feel it. It’s freeing.
This quote sums up perfectly the last few years of my life. There comes a point where something in your core screams, “WAKE UP.” For me, the slow and painful death of my mother in law, the tedium of my husband’s career, the aging of my body and the natural curiosity of my children have all conspired to give me pause. I mean, lots of people have told me I’m pretty awesome. Isn’t it about time I started believing it? And more importantly, doing something about it?
So I’ve made some changes. Nothing miraculous, I’m not making regular trips to volunteer in Haiti or anything. But there are some things that I have accomplished. I set goals and I stick to them. Whenever possible, I lend a hand. I don’t yell as much. I forgive my skin for wrinkling, among the other indiscretions my body keeps handing me.
You see, you don’t have to be AMAZING to be amazing. That’s really what this blog and my writing is all about. All of us have a struggle from time to time. The trick is actually being okay with it. After all, you can’t have your shit together all the time. (See how I did that? Interjected a curse word? You are welcome.)