It could always be worse…

I often hear this replaying in my brain as a reminder to myself…I am human we all get down, we all get grumpy, we all get depressed; and yet, it could always be worse.

Depression is nothing to take lightly.  I will be the first to admit that I deal with it and major anxiety.  My anxiety has been worse as of late, maybe because of Maxwell, maybe because of Trevor’s antics, who knows; and yet it could always be worse.

My car is broken, I am behind in my mortgage, my youngest son is living in an intensive behavior group home, my other son is having seizures; and yet, it could always be worse.

Your life is what you make it.  Wake up every single day and make your life the best you can.  I often hear people say,” I can’t”  I shoot them down immediately….. okay I understand some of us have physical limitations, myself included.  However, by telling yourself and everyone around you that you can’t…you are setting yourself up for failure.

Do not limit yourself, believe in yourself.  Take charge of your life, make things great again.  They may not be so great right now, you may have a slew of things going on.  Find one good thing inside every day.  You must.  Take 5 minutes and I don’t care if you need to lock yourself in the bathroom, but take 5 minutes and reflect on how precious and valued your are.

Take control of you, you and only you can do that.  You can not do that by allowing others to tell you how you should live your life.  Do it how you need to do it.  Do it so your face feels the sunshine daily, do it so you know that every breath you take is precious.

Do it for you, and no one else.  Do not be brought down by the smallness of others.

Remember the four agreements :

#1 Be impeccable with your word

#2 Do not take anything personally

#3 Do NOT make assumptions

#4 Always do your best

When I got these tattooed on my hand, Don Miguel Ruiz, the author of The Four Agreements, reached out to me after seeing the photo on social media. This book changed my life, it’s not a cure all, or a fancy self- help book….Rather a way to view everything in a much different light.  A light that will allow you to be okay, when you aren’t feeling okay.  The tattoos of the four agreements on my hand is a reminder to myself, even on my darkest days, I am enough.


Climbing the rock wall of life barefoot, covered in baby oil….




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