In the wise words of Elsa, "Let it go, let it go, can't hold me back anymore." I hate that song. My kids have listened to it so many times that the whole scene is forever ingrained in my mind. Take a step back, though, and just read the words. For all that's sane and holy, DO NOT SING THEM. Read them in your best non-Elsa voice and let it sink in for a minute.
You guys, life throws shit. All the time. It might have hit you right in the face. There's a good chance it landed in your eyes, blinding you to anything but the shit. It may have stuck in your nose and mouth flavoring the air you breathe and the food you taste. It's a nasty, bitter, ugly thing. It might take some time to sort through. I am not taking that away from you. It might take you a year, it might take you 2 years, it might take you 10 years. At some point, though, you have to tell that shit to get the heck off of your face. Tell it that there is no way it's taking any more of your time and your precious happiness.
At some point, having the shit covering your face goes from completely out of your control to a choice you make every day...to be a victim...to be miserable...to wallow in something you don't have to wallow in anymore. This may sound harsh, but it's really up to you. Are you going to let the shit blind you, suffocate you, gag you again today? Or. Are you ready to take a rag, wash it off, and throw it in the trash for good?
I'm a firm believer that life is a choice. Happiness is a choice. Love is a choice. Laughter is a choice. If you wake up every day expecting the worst, waiting for your kids to suck up all of your time and patience, expecting your spouse to fail you yet again, waiting for someone at work to frustrate you beyond human capacity, ignoring all of the funny little blessings happening around you, you are setting yourself up for a really bad day...bad week...bad life.
I've been through some shit. I've seen some people who have to use every ounce of strength in their body to get through the lake of shit they are submerged in. An ocean of shit I can't even begin to understand. But they do it. These are my heroes in life. I've seen them come out, heads held high, full of love, ready to take on life again. If I can do it. If they can do it. So can you.
So, please, if you are stuck in place where you can't see, can't breathe, can't taste the beauty in life, LET. IT. GO. So much easier said than done. No one has a magic cure. A magic answer. A step by step program to follow. It all comes down to you. Just remember you aren't alone. If you are ready to let the shit go and feel like no one will understand, don't hesitant to send me a FB message, an email, or call me. My shit can't be that much worse than yours. Let's stink together for a minute and find a way to throw it out and make things smell pretty again. I might not have the all the answers (or any), but if you are ready to change, I will be here every step of the way as you shake all of that shit off and start a happier life.
