One of my mom’s closest friends passed away this past weekend. As I digested this tragic news, I gotto thinking about my time here. And then, without warning, the hard questions infiltrated . . . as they have a habit of doing in moments like this.
I asked myself if I’m living fully.
Am I allowing fear to stop me from pursuing a dream?
Have I grown numb to living life on autopilot?
Am I putting relationships first?
Why do I keep fighting against thoughts that I know aren’t based in truth?
How much time have I wasted clinging to shame, regret, jealousy, and anger?
What’s stopping me?
And that’s where the questions slammed into a roadblock. What isn’t stopping me feels like a more fitting question to ask. Excuses. Past mistakes. Broken relationships. Bruises and scars. Fear of failure. The weight of other’s anger. Distractions. Insecurity and doubt. Mind traps—lies I’ve chosen to believe.
There are castles to see, waters to sail, books to be written, girls to raise, a husband to dance with, a dog to walk, family and friends to embrace, people to inspire. There’s a whole world out there for me to engage with.
I have so much more life to live. I’d rather fight through the mire, than sit idly by.
It’s worth it to ask the hard questions in order to squeeze the most out of this short time we’re allotted here.
Onward. Upward. Through.