I remember seeing an Oprah interview with Maya Angelou and she asked her "what do you know for sure?" It is actually one of Oprah's common questions when she is doing one on one interviews. It made me think about how I would answer that question. At first, I felt like I knew very little (if anything at all) for sure. However, as I thought about it more, I realized that there were a few things. With that in mind, I would like to periodically share what I know for sure.
I think it will be cool to see how it changes and grows. This is a bit scary for me because I do not know if my 40 year old self will feel the same as my almost 30 year old self. Because of that, I almost didn't write this, but then I thought "isn't that the point in living and growing wiser?" You have the liberty to change your mind or admit that you had it wrong before. So with that freedom, I want to do this.
I know for sure:
Life can be incredibly difficult, but almost everything works out if we just PRESS ON.
In my previous post, I mentioned how 2013 was such a bad year for us. It was also rude in that it outstayed it's welcome. Seriously, I could not believe how that year just dragged on and on and never got the hint that it was time to leave. There were times when it seemed like the pressure would not let up and there would not be an end to the toughness. There were lots of things that I thought would not work themselves out anywhere near the immediate future. Still, we just pressed on and everything worked out. Actually, it was even better than just working out or going away, there was real relief and joy.
What I learned the most from that time is that the junk, hardness and messiness of life will not usually ruin you. I am a lot less anxious about the future nowadays (<----I'm a Texan, unapologetically). Times when I began to worry, I just think back on where I have been and I quietly whisper to myself "press on". And to be honest, some days that's all I have to give. There are days when I hit the ground running, coffee in hand fully ready to attack with gusto. On those days, I usually feel incredibly strong, fearless and proud of having lived that day like it was my last or <insert any other grab life by the horns cliche>. But then there are the days (or weeks) when it is tough to get going, I drag along, my energy is low, my list is still unchecked at the end of the day and I just feel blah or something more unsettling happens. On those days pressing on is what I can do well. And I just do that and I know that all that seems wrong will work itself out.














