Radljost (noun, Icelandic) enough light to find your way by
It would seem that I am raising a pretty smart kiddo.
Last night she was my “radljost”.
She often is.
This was her response when I commented that I was old…when I felt old and tired and depressed. She said it out loud in the car and I made her write it down so I could keep it always and remember it.
I have made it this far. Some days that wouldn’t seem like much of an accomplishment. Last night it was a struggle.
And then simple words said in love…radljost.
I want to remember what she said because it is so true. It was the perfect thing to say and exactly what I needed to hear.
She didn’t try to tell me that I wasn’t old. She’s 13. I’m 55. In her eyes, I am old. And based on my family history, I am well past middle age. I am unlikely to live to be 110.
She was honestly optimistic…Here are the facts. Be grateful for what you’ve got. Move on.
Today is a better day.
I slept well.
It is payday.
I get to teach art.
The problems of yesterday are still with me, but I’ve made it this far and have hope to keep on going.
I am not going to crawl back into bed and pull the covers over my head.
The journey is worthwhile and all the better for the loved ones that I get to travel with.
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Visual artist playing with collage, assemblage and whatever else I imagine. Homemaker and homeschooling Mom of four children aged 10 to 24. Ready to fully embrace life and leave regret and fear behind. Each new day is an opportunity to love, create and live with intention...