I saw her out of the corner of my eye. She was in the car next to me while stopped at a red light driving to work one day. She was playing peek-a-boo behind the window frame with a huge smile on her face, and she started to wave when I finally looked her way. I gave her a smile and waved in return. As the light became green and her car turned into the hospital we were driving by, I slowly recognized her wispy hair and missing eyebrows. This child, no more than 5 years old, was obviously battling something unfathomable to me. I cried all the way to work that day and still cry now when I think about her little face in the window. While 2015 wasn’t a great year for me and I think about how many times I whined that I missed a goal, felt defeated by a pair of jeans, or sulked when a boy didn’t text back, it all seems so insignificant. We’re all going through things, and I certainly never want to belittle my or anyone’s problems, but life could be so much worse. That little girl put it all into perspective—we only get this one life, which is filled with ebbs and flows, so holy shit we have to make the most of it. I am an incredibly blessed person. I am not hungry (well, I am but you know what I mean), I have a roof over my head, I have amazing people in my life and, most importantly, I woke up today. I am alive and I have the ability to choose happy so I’m going to.
In 2016, I am resolving to get my shit together because it applies to several facets of life. With 30 on the horizon it’s time to get serious about personal and professional goals. I would also like to stop focusing on things that really have no weight in life. I’m resolving to be more thankful for and aware of the blessings of life and quit worrying about the insignificant details. Part of feeling better is BEING better. I’ll keep you posted!