So, as most of you know… this week has probably been the worst digital week of my life. My little empire collapsed and I was left to pick up the pieces while combating a sinus infection. I couldn’t PROCESS what was happening. My sites were wiped clean… what does that mean? The only backup we have available is 6 weeks old… how can that be?
But through this mess I realized that I take too many things for granted. My husband has been INSANE since Saturday morning. He’s learned to put together servers, db pulls, and FTP/ mySQL commands. I’m watching him in awe. I couldn’t do what I needed to do because I was so overwhelmed that I completely shut down. I couldn’t made a decision about what needed to happen and Bill swooped right in and took charge.
While watching television yesterday I turned to Bill and thanked him for stepping up and owning this disaster. I told him that I loved him and that I was so lucky to have him in my life. And after I said what I said I thought to myself… we don’t say these things enough. As people – we don’t thank each other for being good friends, good children, good moms. We might think it at times, but it’s never really discussed.
I’ve been a bad friend, bad daughter and a bad mom.
I take my mother for granted. I take the fact that my children are still young for granted. I take my husband for granted. I take my health for granted and my job and my friends. My friends who I hardly talk to anymore because I am always knee deep in work. There are people in my life who I love with all my heart and soul and I haven’t reached out to them in MONTHS. I mean – what is wrong with me?
I am so lucky to know these people and because I’m busy wrapped up in my own world I stopped making an effort. Adult friendships aren’t always easy. We all don’t live near one another so it’s harder to connect. Two really good friends now live in NJ – sometimes I feel like that’s another universe. But yesterday I realized that I have to start making an effort to reach out and reconnect with these people who I am so blessed to know.
If this mess has taught me anything (and I believe that everything has a lesson attached to it) – it’s to not take life for granted. Every aspect of it. Every moment of the day that I get to be near my husband, every kiss goodnight I get to give to my kids and every conversation I get to have with the good people in my life – I’ve opened my eyes to it all and am embracing it with open arms.