a starting point.

when the lovelies were little and would not sleep, i cringed. complained. cried.

sleep was such a precious and rare commodity, i fought, resisted, and detested losing it.

i was rarely gracious about it. ever.

there were also moments during those years where i was covered in throw up, poop, sometimes both. or i would walk into an atrocious mess that happened because i averted my eyes for mere seconds. an impromptu mud bath or the mayhem of wet toilet paper wads tossed onto the ceiling or toys flushed down the toilet while water ran out or 4 hands spreading diaper cream everywhere. . .

in those moments? i morphed into the fixer. because complaining would have been a waste of resource. instead, i quickly contained whatever the mess and got to the immediate matter of restoring order. and since my mind was made up to simply do the work, it got done. with little commentary.

in light of everything we know about our world today, i had this thought.

maybe it is time to just do the work. instead of making observations and complaining about it all, let's greet each day with a solemn promise to do our personal best. with every interaction we have. by the words we speak. and in our thoughts.

and how about a big ol' good-bye to mediocrity? let's hold ourselves to a higher expectation of kindness, compassion, forgiveness, and patience.

we control very little in life. the part we do control, however, is our response to the world around us. and when we respond with love, we become a demonstration of peace.

and i think creating that world would be a humble tribute.

xo