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A real post...
I am exhausted. It’s been a week where it seems like everything is falling apart. I know this isn’t true. I know there is good. There is good in my family and work and faith.
But at the end of the day (and even the beginning), it seems like it’s all cracking – there’s a child who is lying ad another who is crying. There’s silence and screaming. There’s last minute notice and long-standing meetings. There is a sore throat and a stuffy nose. There’s too much to do and we’re moving in more directions than there are people who can drive. Our calendar is overfilling and the main mode of communication is texting. Yes, texting.
But there are also giggles. Giggles from the kitchen as Andy and Karianne make Knekkebroed for the Norwegian National Day celebration we are hosting. Giggles in the airport, accompanied by a little squeal when Sam saw Karianne for the first time in nearly two years. Thankfully she hurried to us, reaching Sam for a hug before he ran through security in his excitement to see her.
Giggles with Christy Rush-Levine in her classroom and during reflection time and over dinner, turning into just the right nourishment for my weary teaching-soul. Giggles with my Grandma, who Sam and I visited after she fell and is recovering. Giggles with my friends, who somehow understand that hard doesn’t mean sad and exhausted doesn’t mean too-much. Giggles as Sam shows how flexible he is and J proves how flexible he isn’t. Giggles from Stephanie and Hannah as they draw and paint together. Giggles that come from texts. Yes, texts.
I am exhausted. It’s been a week where it seems like everything is falling apart. I know this isn’t true. I know this isn’t true because I choose to celebrate. I choose to celebrate even though things aren’t perfect and poor choices happen and I’m tired and my head hurts and my heart hurts and my soul is fragile.
I find the celebrations even when they are hidden in the fog of an exhausting week. It’s different than being happy and it’s different than being grateful. It’s gritty celebration. It takes gumption and a bit of moxie.
I’m glad you are here, sharing the gritty celebrations you are seeking in your own corner of the world. Thank you for inspiring me to find gritty celebration in the grayest of days.