So my current living situation is actually not cause for celebration. We are having work done on the house and for the last week our master bathroom has been torn up and right now so is our kitchen. It will be over soon but in the meantime we are all getting grumpy about it.
The gentleman doing the repairs/updates is one of the hardest workers I have ever met. He is also a man of few words. I got all the essentials out of the bathroom that we would need but when it came time to work on the kitchen he never said (and I never asked) what we would have access to sooo we got caught short on some things..like dishes, cups and silverware..access to all cooking areas and sometimes blocked from the frig. The up side for me at least is that just by chance I had everything I needed to make coffee this morning. We don’t live anywhere near a place that has anything resembling a good cup of coffee so my son and hubby are thankful I got my morning dose of caffeine.
So for the above I am celebrating coffee and a guy who works quickly so we can get back to normal next week.
I am also celebrating having my son home. He has been working overseas and has made a permanent move here to the states. YES! Those of you who live with more than one man, my sympathies go out to you. One is neat, the other messy. They love each other but still argue and then there is the fact that my grown son thinks his way of doing things is the best. Arghhh…kinda reminds me of when I am cooking and family members who said they didn’t care about what I cooked for dinner and then suddenly when its halfway done have suggestions of how to change the recipe. That does not go over well and usually ends up with banishment from the kitchen.
So sometimes I celebrate and grit my teeth at the same time.
I ran a 10k this past Sunday. Wait let me rephrase that. I completed the 10k last Sunday…running most of it. It was HOT and I did walk a bit of it but I did it!! It’s the 10th time I have completed this 10k…go me. Covid caused it to change and we had the option of running it at home or on a new course. I chose the new course. I picked up my packet on Thursday and when I got home I rummaged through the goody bag and discovered they had already given me the medal they usually hand out when you cross the finish line. I momentarily thought about not running it..as in a few seconds. Nope had to get out there. This race is usually a chilly one run in March so June was a change and for me a HOT mess but still I did it.
And lastly I entered a short story contest for the first time ever! I came in 4th. The good news about that is the top eight will be read and featured on the podcast that sponsored the contest. Celebrating!
All of this brings me to why we need to celebrate everything and everyone. When I run a race invariably someone asks me how I did. Translation: What was your time? Or how long was the race? For the short story the question that was immediately asked “you were fourth out of how many?” Seriously deflated my balloon. Truth is I do not know and I am not going to ask because …. wait for it..
IT DOESN”T MATTER
My time ( or your time) at a race is not important..nor is the length of the race. ( I actually had someone scoff at me running a 5k..ugh) However many people were in the short story contest is of no consequence.
You want to know why?
It doesn’t matter because you and I …we got out and did it. We tried! If you are trying something new, challenging yourself then you better be celebrating!! It is the trying, it is the activity. It is doing it because you and I wanted to and nothing more.
So yes, until further notice, celebrate everything and if someone shares a win, celebrate it no matter what.
If you need someone to celebrate you, what you tried or just because, let me know because I will celebrate YOU..isn’t that what life is all about?
Now go out there and tri something new..and let me know about because I love to celebrate!!!
