I hope you all enjoyed your Easter weekend, however you chose to celebrate it. I spent the morning with Jesus and the afternoon cleaning out the garage—boxes upon boxes that have been stored and moved countless times and for what? I realized today, that my life is in those dirty, collapsing, brown cardboard squares—so many pictures, so many memories frozen in time that almost never see the light of day.
Beach scenes, birthdays, loved ones, a wedding, growing children—all scattered and out of sequence yet they paint a picture of a seemingly happy life. I remember that life. I was miserable. I tried like hell to pretend I was normal. I was married to a successful man, had a lovely home, perfect kids, but I was lost. Lost and so lonely. You never know what demons people face, or what lengths they go to, to hide it.
I will be 53 in a few weeks. I am not lost anymore. I am not lonely. I prefer quiet contemplation to casual conversation. I have gray hair and curves, and I am confident with that. I am happy, most days. I still battle my demons—I always will. Wisdom is the crown I wear every day, knowing that all we have is Now. My boxes, my pictures, my frozen moments, remind me of who I am and how far I have come in this life, for which I am so grateful.