I came up to my desk prepared to write about my inaugural treadmill run, complete with lousy pictures of sweaty Sara to offer up as proof that I put my money where my mouth is (apparently my mouth is at Push, Pedal, Pull...because that's where ALL of my money & some of my dad's is...oof, treadmills are pricey). In lieu of what would have been mediocre & not that edifying to me personally, I offer this:
|Real-time crying pic...thank goodness it's back lit!|
Excuse me while I go get a SECOND fistful of tissues (also, as an aside: this made Dave cry at his cube at work--sucker!). I'm not posting this to brag on myself & hopefully the commenter (who is someone that I know in the "real" world) doesn't mind, but I was absolutely knocked to the ground with emotions & I knew I had to say this...
I would lose every pound again, I would have this process take two MORE years on top of what I have already done, I would struggle & slog through every bad habit & every bit of negative self-talk to think that I could really have had even a fraction of that impact on another person's life. Across the board, the comments & encouragements on Monday's post have overwhelmed me with joy & hope & something brand new: purpose. Yup, I'm about to lay down some philosophy.
I believe that individual lives have purpose & finding that purpose--that thing that lights your fire & sparks your soul--that's what life is all about. Everyone has a different purpose & most people have multiple. This is one of mine & I just had that a-ha moment this very second. Thank you (all of you who have waded through this with me) for giving me the gift of purpose. I can't say enough how much it means to me...& there I go crying again. At least in my line of work my "office mates" think crying is part of a regular workday. Chalk it up as a rather unglamorous albeit appreciated perk of being a stay at home mom.