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.
f life lately…