Day Three :: I'm Not a Professional Thriver

We got into the car last night after a whirlwind of getting everyone fed, the house straightened {slightly}, and four of us showered before heading to our 7:00 meeting.  I threw my husband a smile as we pulled out of the driveway because we miraculously made it onto the street at 6:45.  The church is only 10 minutes away, so I knew we would be on time.

"We did it!" I cheered.

Then, I looked down and started laughing.  I had one finger nail painted.  Not a nice subtle color like beige or nude.  Red.  A deep red wine color.  My hair was wet, I don't even know what, if any, makeup I had on, and because I'm lacking for clothes that fit right now {read this post as to why} I had thrown on the clothes I'd been wearing that afternoon, so I'm pretty sure I smelled like the chicken cacciatore I'd made for dinner.

When I told Bradley why I was laughing, he asked, "Are you thriving?"

I'm not sure if that description would fall under the thriving category or not, but I felt pretty good in the moment, so I said yes, because my attitude was okay.

He then went on to say, "You chose an interesting topic for your blog series.  You're going to be honest, right?"

One statement and one question that reveal much of what he knows to be true about me:

No one who knows me well would say that I am thriving right now.

So, why did I choose to write about this topic?  Because I want to thrive.

I want the dirty floors to become a non-issue.  I want to respond to disobedient children in gentleness and grace.  I want to embrace the fact that my son has Down Syndrome instead of grieving it everyday.  I want to look around me and see beauty instead of chaos.

I'm learning that thriving isn't necessarily what I thought it was.

So, if you're okay with it, I'm going to be honest during these days and write about what I'm learning.  I won't pretend to have it all together.

I'm not a professional thriver.

For a list of all posts in this series, click here.