What or who do you give the power to define you? What impossible standards have you set for yourself to accomplish? Where does your definition of accomplishment, beauty and worth come from?
I work in NYC 4 days out of the week. I interact with hundreds of thousands of people just on the public transit system. Oftentimes I look around at people and wonder “What’s your story? What happened to you today, yesterday, last year?”
When life is good, and things are peaceful, it is super easy to say “Thank you, God! You are so good to me thank you for all of these blessings!” However... when things get a little rocky, when my life was going so well, and everything explodes right in front of me, in full transparency my first reaction... envision a dramatic image of me falling to the ground in agony with a horribly ridiculous scream of “why God why have you forsaken me?!”
It is that time of year! Whether you say Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanza, or just simply Happy Holidays, the holiday season is upon us. I find this time of year, I flux between anxious and excited almost every second. So how do you find time to just breathe?