American business man Frank Lane once said, “If you want to see the sunshine, you have to weather the storm.” Well, today, I think I was the storm. Exhausted after another seemingly endless day, I dragged myself and the kiddos to the grocery store, pretty much letting them buy whatever they asked to throw into the cart because I was too tired to say no. So what did we end up with? A whole lot of food with impossible-to-pronounce, genetically-engineered crap for ingredients! That’s what!
You see, starting a new school year, a new job, and a new slough of practice schedules while trying to maintain a house, and writing ambitions isn’t going so well. I’ve got about ten baskets of laundry I’m notoriously hiding under my bed, and an overweight Bernese Mountain Dog in need of more than a quick walk around the block. To top it off … my awesome husband has found a perfect time for himself to work out daily, and has come home from work refreshed and fit, as his office has a built-in gym. Needless to say – if he tells me about one more “great workout” he’s had, he’ll be sleeping alone. I can’t seem to find thirty minutes to call my own, let alone three miles worth!
So today, after grocery shopping, and starting laundry, and taking care of the pets, and making dinner … I was feeling a little feisty. As soon as my husband got home, I threw on the first clothes I could find and announced, that I needed to go workout before I, “lost it.” Looking at me as if I already had, my husband grinned, reading the t-shirt I had on, “You are my sunshine.” Laughing at the irony of my stormy personality, he said, “Aww, you’re my little black sunshine.”
And you know what … it is okay. Today I am a little black sunshine. I am happy, but in a bit of a thunder-cloud mood. I’m ready to joke around, but am also ready to misinterpret or read into comments at will. I am at peace with the fact that peaceful is not the way I feel … and if I had to define myself in one word at the moment … spitfire might be the one I’d choose.
There are plenty of things I don’t love about myself in this very moment: my new blemish (aka: zit), my cramped muscles, my straw-like hair, my nicked nail polish, my pile of to do’s, but that’s alright. Because I’ve decided, that just for today, I’d like to agree with Marilyn Monroe when she said, “Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius, and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.” So I’m going to focus on what I do like about me right now instead.
I like my witchy-purple nail polish that’s just a shade too dark.
I like that my broodiest moods still involve lots of laughter, a bit of glitter, and “I forgive you’s.”
I like that while putting away groceries, my husband and I turned up rap songs and danced in the kitchen until our kids came in from the yard and we ran to push, “mute!”
I like that even on a school-night (as a teacher) I let my kids stay up until way too late because it was the first time my daughter requested to watch Star Wars.
I like that half of my dinner tonight consisted of spoonfuls of peanut butter, and sea-salt chocolate caramels.
I like that my sister and I took a few minutes on our long-distance phone call to pretend that we lived closer, and even planned out what movie we’d watch if she were here.
I like that even on a day like this … when I’m an absolute troll, my mom texted me, “Goodnight beautiful.”
I like that tomorrow is another day … and I know it’ll be even brighter.
And I like that I should be sleeping, but instead am up typing to you … whoever you are … in the hopes that you relate, and find a likable list about yourselves too.
Carry on my little black sunshines – carry on.