a light bulb moment

Last week, I took L to a science event at my school. I watched him struggle with some of the experiments. And struggle he did.


This week, I had my own set of struggles, both there at work and beyond. At one point, between the nonstop tears, the high blood pressure, the dizziness, and stomach issues, I ended up taking a pregnancy test. I'm happy to report I saw a negative sign that day.

But my bad week turned worse, including trusted people twisting my words, sending me spiraling into self-doubt about my skills as a speech therapist, a mother, a friend. There were many times I actually considered walking out of the building and hibernating in my bed. I took a cue from L, though, and kept on keepin' on.


And then, last night, as I was starting my second rum and Coke, B came in and said, "Wanna hear something cool?" He played part of a podcast from our church that he had been listening to earlier. I don't think he played it because of the fact that I was drowning my sorrows, but to say I needed it was an understatement. The whole five minutes were extremely powerful, but one quote by G.K. Chesterton made me stop in my tracks.

“Here ends another day, during which I have had eyes, ears, hands and the great world around me. Tomorrow begins another day. Why am I allowed two?”




Talk about a light bulb moment.

Now if I can just get this tattooed to my forehead, perhaps I can remember it come Monday morning.

Namaste'.