Today is Wednesday it is typically referred to as “hump day”- the middle of the work week. The day that the Monday-Friday worker reassures themselves if they can just “make it through the day” they will be closer to Friday and the end of their work week.
I’ve been there, have you? Thinking, “God, just help me make it through this day” or, on REALLY bad days, “Just let this day be over”. The rough day soon ends, the work week soon ends, the weekend flies by and rinse, repeat- that’s adult life.
Is this living or existing? Is this kind of life really what the Creator of the Universe had in mind when he breathed life into the first human being? “Hey Buddy, I created you to suck it up and do your best. Just make it until the end of each day, wake up and start over until the day you die.”
Does it hurt your soul to read that as much as it hurt mine to write it? Deep down my spirit is screaming for adventure and life not “rinse, repeat”.
At one time, I thought that my boring daily routines meant that I was not living life to the fullest. If I had a 9-5, my life would constantly feel unfulfilled. This is not true.
Why then do so many of us adults measure our lives by weekends and days off?
Because we’ve forgotten what it’s like to be a child we’ve forgotten to take delight in life.
We no longer eat an ice cream cone like we’re making out with it. (Seriously, I have no idea how my youngest gets it all over his face. But, man, does he enjoy it.)
We no longer laugh at ourselves when we put our pants on backwards or grab two different shoes.
We no longer throw out our composed self because it’s Friday at Freddy’s and we can’t contain our excitement. (My middle one loves their cheese curds.)
You know what, it’s not fair to say none of us adults do this so I’ll retract that and say a good portion of us forget the joys of being a kid, forget the joys of simply being alive.
We have responsibilities, yes, but those responsibilities were never meant to consume our every thought. There are times that we need to smell the roses, watch an ant walk across the ground, or sitting on the front porch during a downpour for no other reason but to marvel in awe at the world we live in.
Be the change...delight in every moment.
The struggle is real. Boredom will arise. Rough days will come. There is no easy button to life. However, we can choose in every moment to stop, breathe, and find something to delight in. The frustrating streak on the kitchen window can be complained about every day for the rest of our lives or wiped away in a moment as we delight in the clearer vision.
Nicole Donoho, owner of Teddyfly LLC, enjoys writing stories for all ages. She currently lives in Northwest Arkansas where she takes in the beauty of the Natural State with her husband, Jacob, and their three sons-Elijah, Josiah, and Solomon.
Recently I requested my fans on Facebook to challenge me with writing topics. This one is for Becky Houselog...
: to cherish a desire with anticipation : to want something to happen or be true*
This was a deep topic. I wasn't sure what I would write regarding hope and holding on to it. Right now there are a lot of reasons that people are holding on to hope. I found the definition in Webster's dictionary to be interesting "to want something to happen or be true". By that definition, I feel like I am hoping every day. And I believe that is a really good thing. A world without hope would be a world that accepts everything as it is always. That would be an awful place to live.
Hope is what allows us to fight past a "few months to live" diagnosis.
Hope is what allows us to believe there are other options than divorce when a marriage gets rocky.
Hope is what helps us smile when we think of loved ones that have died and plan to see again on the other side.
For me, faith and hope are intertwined. I've had a hopeless darkness wash over my life. It was not pretty. I did not have hope. I did not want to continue on because every day felt meaningless. What was the point of continuing the same thing over and over until I die?
During this dark time, I talked to God. I didn't always feel like He was listening, I didn't always feel like He cared but I hoped.
Holding on to that hope is why I am here today. Because I believed that even if there was only one person that I encouraged, one person that I inspired, one person that I laughed with, cried with, or rejoiced with then life was worth living.
There may not always be a cure but that doesn't mean we cannot hope for it.
There may not always be justice but that doesn't mean we can't hope for it.
There may not be immortality here on earth but that does not mean we cannot hope to see it in Heaven.
Hope is what every one of us needs. It is the light shining bright in a dark world full of despair. Do not lose hope, hold tight to it.