celebration

When I'm surrounded by the stink and mud of life, it's so hard to pull myself out. Like a person trying to climb and crawl their way out of quicksand. But when we recognize the good, when we stop struggling and just be for a few minutes, when we breathe and have a drink of water and look out the window, when we are kind to ourselves, then we're taking those bits of goodness and making a path of planks on top of the mud. It supports our weight over the surface of the muck so that we don't slip in and get mired again. I am so thankful for those small pieces, which together, help us out of the mess we're in. That's something to celebrate.