Sometimes choosing to live joyfully is awkward.
Awkward because it can come off as shallow. Too carefree. Untouched by the brokenness in the world. It is almost holier to be painfully real 110% of the time.
Because you know the type. The Pollyannas. The Glad-Game-Players. The ones that always seem to be squeezing every ounce of life out of the daily drudge.
These are the ones that I silently hate while I sit in my pajamas at 1:37 in the afternoon, eating a bowl of ice cream for lunch because I need comforting after seeing my stretched out, post-baby-belly in the mirror that morning.
How does her life look so fun and put together and easy. And she has three kids. It's just annoying.
There is pain from the past.
Frightening questions for the future.
The barely eking by today.
It feels easier to stagnate in life. To stop celebrating, rejoicing, enjoying. The frustrations are too hard to overcome. Too hopeless to overcome.
The striking difference happens when one chooses to smile through the tears. To celebrate despite the challenges. Cherish the small victories instead of becoming overwhelmed by the impossible.
Life is too short to not be live beautifully. Too short to not laugh and serve dinner on pretty plates and put a cute beanie cap on your little dude. It's too short to not wrap birthday gifts with vintage dress patterns and go all out with birthday decorations.
We may have heard it one thousand and one times, but today is truly a gift and it's so much better when it's treated as one.
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So happy Monday, friends and three cheers for Pollyanna!!