Today I found myself thinking about what’s really important in life. I do this from time to time, in fact probably most days I spend least a few moments thinking about where my priorities are and where I want them to be. I recognize that I place for too much importance on things that in the scheme of things, in the arc of my life, really don’t matter a whole lot. So then why do I worry about them?
I deeply love my children and my siblings. I love a number of people in my family, which is sort of how it should be, but often isn’t in some families. I have a handful of close friends for whom I care very deeply. When measured against those things, more material things like good reputation, financial wealth, high paying jobs, and all the trappings of a “good life” seem to fall away and pale in comparison. Yet, I constantly find myself worrying about a variety of things. Fretting about the project I need to complete at work, the people I need to impress in order to be “successful.” Even things like wishing for good health, while they make sense, are also more about remaining healthy so that I can keep working so that I can earn income so that I can pay the bills rather than being about having a high quality of life.
Sometimes in the midst of all the frenzy and chaos of working life, I forget what’s important, lose sight of why I’m doing what I’m doing. I get work mixed up with life. Then something happens that reminds me that I am who I am not what I do. I remember that what’s meaningful and lasting in my life are at the core versus the periphery of my life. When I manage to put things into the proper perspective, the things that I was so worried about fade into oblivion. At the end of the day, when I look back at the various things I’ve experienced that I thought were terrible and yet I got through them, recovered from them and went on, I know that I can handle the mundane elements of life that I tend to get stressed about.
Today has been a long day: I was up at 5:30 a.m. as usual, worked all day and an evening event and got home at 10:00. I was tired. When I walked into the door of my house, my little canine roommate, ran to the door and greeted me with unbounded enthusiasm and joy. I felt myself relax and allowed myself to lean into her loving welcome. I pray that I am always able to appreciate moments like that one. Life is good.