Everyone is busy. Decorating homes, planning a big meal, buying gifts, and getting new outfits for parties and pictures. Last Friday, my kids reminded me of what is really important to celebrate.
I had a special dinner planned for my family, my two boys, and my husband.
I got pulled into all the busy bee, Christmas to-do list, crazy schedule. My house was sparkly clean, the table was set with seasonal china, and a red table towel to match the spirit of the season. I had a special menu planned for us to celebrate Christmas before our end of the year family trip.
Talking to a friend this week, we remembered how many things we have been through in the past few years. How our lives took a completely different turn since we left school, and we are not where we thought we would be.
Thinking about the past brings good and bad memories, and reminds me of how everything has its time in our lives.
Lots of experiences, and people who seemed to be so relevant, suddenly became memories. Familiar places that don’t exist anymore, people I love who passed away.
Happiness, sorrows, wins, and disappointments, almost everything ended at some point.
What we tell ourselves is as important as our actions. Everything is energy, and we craft our lives with the thoughts we have. Our opinions are the food to our soul.
My kindergarten teachers and my parents taught me to be generous to my friends, use the golden rule with everyone, and play nice in the sandbox. I am still trying my best to apply this practice in my daily routine consistently.
I know I am supposed to be kind to others, but am I being generous to myself?