Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Even though I am the eternal optimist, I still have bad days. Today is one of those days. I've always been the kind of person who is really good at expressing joy, excitement, hope...you know, the "happy" feelings, but not so good with fear, depression, despair...the "sad" feelings. Because of this, most people who meet me probably think: "wow, you are so strong - you are always so positive." News flash - I'm not. Today's entry is going to be short and to the point: being strong doesn't mean never admitting that life is hard. It doesn't make you weak to admit that you need help or to let yourself cry when you're feeling overwhelmed. Real strength is admitting that you are terrified of what lies ahead and yet still pushing on. So, let me take my own advice and admit: today I feel overwhelmed. I feel sad about my children's struggles; angry about my own physical limitations; and frightened about the unknown future of my family because of all these obstacles. Today is not a good day - but I am optimistic about tomorrow.