The walls we build around us to keep out sadness also keeps out joy.
~Jim Rohn
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I’m still trying to decide if I’m going to decorate for Christmas. That’s how bad things have gotten.
Already a year ago (crazy how fast this time has gone by), after two years of trying to get pregnant we finally saw our very first positive pregnancy test. Six weeks later we sat in the doctor’s office, me crying, Corey fighting it. Our long overdue sigh of relief (I can get pregnant!) was replaced with even more stress and angst (maybe I can get pregnant, but can I stay pregnant?!).
We decided to take some time off from the whole fertility journey to recover. It’s been 11 months.
God has been gracious to us this year. We’ve truly had a rather delightful year, succeeding in our careers and falling more madly in love (if that’s even possible). It’s been good to have the year off. The hormones never did treat me very well and Corey always had a hard time sitting by watching his wife be internally abused.
It’s nice to know that as I write I feel more tied, more together. I don’t resent Sadness, but I’m fine having some time away from him. Which is what has me keeping my Christmas decorations boxed up in the basement.
It’s not that I don’t want to decorate, it’s not that I don’t love this time of year. It’s just that I want to make sure Sadness isn’t hanging out nearby and I’m just too busy to notice. I’ve learned all too well that when that happens he starts to try to make himself obvious by peeking his head in other – usually random – areas of my life. Road rage. Impatience in my job, with my husband, my friends and family, even our dog. Annoyance with strangers. Crocodile tears for no good reason. You get my point.
So, I wrote this post on my blog explaining my absence from my blog this week … or month … or winter. I’m cutting things out. Things that I love, but things that have permeated every square inch of my calendar this year, leaving me with a good excuse to not feel. I need time to rest and reflect. Time to stretch and grow. I need my creative bucket to have time to dry out and fill back up (fresh rain is always better than stale water). I simply need time to feel.
It’s not always easy, but I owe myself the freedom to, the time to, the healing power to.
To feel.
Maybe in the quiet I’ll look around and not find Sadness sitting nearby after all. Maybe I’ll find Joy and Contentment instead. And, if I’m wrong, if I do stop long enough to allow Sadness to pay me a visit I won’t pretend like no one’s home. I’ve learned that he isn’t always the easiest to have around, but he does always leave me better. And, when he departs Joy and Contentment are always waiting in the wings. Always.
Merry Christmas, Lovelies. I pray you give yourself a moment to feel. You might just be surprised at who is sitting by your side.















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