Sometimes I feel like my life is like a full glass, balanced on the very edge of a table.
My mother once told me, while relating a particularly difficult time of her life, that when she looks back, she has no conceivable idea of how she made it through - only that she used every scrape of energy and courage per day, and left the other days to God.
When I was younger, I had so many grand ideas of what adult life would be like. I never imagined it would be like this - this fragile glass of water, fighting for balance.
But it could be worse. The glass could be empty.
My life is balancing because it is filled. It is filled with joy, tears, trouble, truths. And sweat. A lot of sweat. Sometimes I feel that it is too much, and I would rather my life be stashed away in the cupboards. But then I think of how dark and lonely my life would be, and how no one would notice if I cracked, or fell out of use.
No, my life is filled just enough. Just enough to keep me on my toes. . .just enough to keep me thankful.
