There’s a super cliche mantra that I often say to myself whenever I am going through particularly trying moments. But, it never ceases to comfort me. And it has yet to prove itself false. My personal life spiraling out of control? “This too shall pass.” Work is stressfully over demanding with seemingly limited returns on my toil and tears in the office? “This too shall pass.” Overall anxiety from other shit that I said wouldn’t let get to me but it totally is and its manifesting itself through lack of exercise, watching the fourth season of archer in two days and eating four pints of ice cream in just as much time? “This too shall pass.” Feeling exceptionally bloated from all the dairy I’ve consumed in the past 72 hours? “This too shall pass.”
And guess what. It does. I level out. I break through whatever mental block I’m in and I look back and (usually) laugh and (sometimes) cry at where I was compared to where I now am.
All of this to say that, 2014 has been a whirl wind of a fucking year so far. Challenging, for sure. But also very much enlightening, and oh so rewarding. Today, I accepted an offer of promotion at work. I couldn’t be more appreciative and humbled. Its just one of the many wins I feel like I’ve already had in 2014. But it seems like one of the sweetest thus far. Sometimes (all the time?) you’ve got to wade through the trying shit to really appreciate the cake walks.
Birthday Buddha for Mama Bear 👑 #favoritedaughter
Dinner date #catlady
"There is no worse condition"
Tyler sends me a picture of his spiral into e-cigarettes and breathe-rite nose strips on day 4 of his late winter cold. And I paint his misery. Naturally.
Celebrating the birthday girl with Spike (chef and owner). Laura O’Dea would lose her shit if she were here. (at Béarnaise)
Doldrums be damned.