“This too shall pass” was top of mind for me this morning.
Normally it’s in moments when the shit’s totally hitting the fan. A quick reminder that whatever’s happening won’t last forever, so just pause and breathe and it’ll all be over soon.
But this morning was different.
See, lately I’ve been getting annoyed before even getting out of bed.
Wanting to establish some new habits, I’ve been waking early to sneak in a quick writing sesh before the house wakes up.
The only problem being that “the house” has this magical ability to predict the exact moment I wake.
It doesn’t matter how sneaky I am or how hard I try to keep quiet, THEY KNOW.
And with the rest of the house up, my good intentions for a productive start to the day go straight out the window.
Leaving me feeling frustrated and discouraged.
Even a little defeated. Trying so hard to make something stick and have it fall flat despite my best efforts.
Essentially “this too shall pass” in a nutshell.
Except today it meant something different.
Today it served as a reminder.
A sneak peek into the not-so-distant future when my kids won’t be springing to life each morning, filled with enthusiasm and the desire to hang with dear old mom.
A wake-up call if there ever was one that these moments will pass, alright.
And man, am I ever going to miss them.