On the back of my blog post last night, a beautiful friend sent me some beautiful words. And those words danced a jig around another set of words that drew me in as I read the opening to Oprah’s new book.
What can I say… I am a sucker for words….
The first, the beautiful words from my beautiful friend, “A happy life is just a string of happy moments. But most people don’t allow the happy moment, because they’re so busy trying to get a happy life.”
And the others from another beautiful soul, Oprah “No one has been through what you have been through, not in the way that you’ve experienced it. And yet, all pain is the same.”
Today, as it always seems to flow, the moment I feel great comfort and happiness, pain is triggered.
But there is always choice. And while sometimes choices and decisions are elusive thanks to emotional turmoil, I am out of the storm. So I can choose.
I chose rather than to focus on the pain of the flash backs of ugly, trashy images triggered by a date, I chose to see and live in the string of happy moments.
Starting from the moment Tom snuck in to bed, pushed away the Big Man and curled around me, reminding me it was Exeat morning. To the intense moments of togetherness, openness, honesty and true closeness on multiple levels as I shared my pain with the Big Man.
And all the moments in between! The boys playing rugby in the garden; cardio tennis and hitting clean shots low over the net; sitting with an incredible woman and such close friend, coaching her and myself through this stage in our life; being excited by the words I am writing on a page as I dream up new courses for women returning to work, even more excited by those courses for women decided on leaving a corporate world; choosing advent calendars and realising the countdown to my favourite time of year is on; looking at the plans of the house and moving walls by pencil lines…..taking a sip of wine, closing down this blog to go and join my family for movie and popcorn night in the den.