A measure of time. A second, an hour, a day, a week a year. What do they mean? To me, time is a measaure of life. The space between everything in our hearts, minds, souls and our world. And in that time, in that space, life happens. All that we are, do, want and hope to be. All the mess that is life, is in time. And in 24 hours…
We all have those days where we are just a mess, but in my expereince, most of the time it’s just a matter of perspective. Many times, a day can make all the difference. It is amazing how much perspective can change in just 24 short hours.
Yesterday I was a very tired hot mess. Worroed sick about my father and his latest chemo treatment for liver cancer, I hardly slept the night before. I drove him to the hospital while my sister and mother stayed home and prepped for furniture moving. All day I was anxious, we all were, until we knew dad was OK. Furniture was moved, my work was completed, the house cleaned, errands were run, dinner made and life moved on, slowly, as we watched the clock until we got the call.
It was the hospital. Dad was fine, the treatment successful and it was time to come and pick him up. He was weak, sick and in pain. It is hard to see a loved one in that condition, but we are very close family and were honored to be there for our father who has been there for us through out the years. After he was comfortable and alseep, Rita Mom and I went to bed, Mom sleeping next to Dad to keep an eye on him.
When I laid my head on the pillow, I was so exausted I could have cried. As I breathed in deep, my shoulders, my legs, my body, started to relax. I had deep sleep with peaceful dreams. It is amazing how the health of a loved one can affect our own. But it is because my Dad is part of “Our own” that we care for him, because he is a good man, because he is a wonderful father, because he is a wonderful husband. And mostly because, all because, he is my Daddy.
A good night sleep can work wonders. And that is where perspective comes in. Dad is going to be fine after this round of chemo. And I can do this, be the head of the household for my family. I am my mother’s daughter, and I have a steel frame inside me. I am strong and resilient, ,just like my father.
And the world in my oyster. i have a wonderful home where my family finds refuge, there is good food, wine, love and friendship. I have a great and wonderful man in my life. I have great friends, a great job, a book being published and amazing things are happening. And I have Faith. There is no reason to be doubtful of anything.
My life may not be perfect, but it is better than many, and I am happy. But even the happiest of people can have stressful days, and can be hot messes. So be there for your friends and family, even those who are happy and in a good place. They will remember and love you for your support. After all, if we don;t take care of each other, then who will? It’s up to us, each one of us, to have compassion and understanding. Join me, won’t you?