At the end of the day, I’m proud of myself for surviving this far. I’m proud of the progress I’ve made and I know I’m getting there.
Learning From A Child
Because just like the seasons, we fall, we grow, we tumble, we change, we begin again.
It’s one thing to be loving to yourself when things are going well and you feel centered and peaceful inside. It’s quite another to love yourself when you feel panicked and freaked out.
I am slowly learning that the code I was taught as a young child — to never give up on family — is complete bullshit.
Even at the time, I was astounded at my ability to find the words to tell my daughter her baby brother was dying. It felt like the emotional equivalent of the mother who lifts an impossibly heavy object off the child trapped beneath.
I never realized how special it all was until later, and now I cherish those memories more than ever.
It’s so easy to fall into that mindset, telling ourselves ‘I’ll be happier when I get that pay rise’ or ‘I’ll be happier when I move house’.
People always want hear me talk about what it’s like being a young father, and lucky for them I have a story to tell.
Buddha once said, “The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, worry about the future, or anticipate troubles, but to live in the present wisely and earnestly.”
For she knows you, knows that you are imperfect, and yet wants you to be hers.