I had a devastating loss at work yesterday. A year’s work, gone. My carefully laid plans, poof. I was shocked and disappointed to the point of being physically sick.
And then I felt guilty, because my life is so truly wonderful, everyone healthy, all my children still talking to each other and to me, a loving husband who does the dishes.
But the emotion was there. I take pride in my work, it’s not the core of me, but it is part of me. And that part was hurt.
So I did what any rational woman would do. I went home; I ate chocolate. I called my mother; I called my bestie. I prayed; I pouted.
Late in the evening, as I was still limping around at home, trying to come to grips with all this emotion (not to mention trying to come up with a new business plan for 2016) a dear, dear friend offered some advice.
She said, “It’s okay to care deeply about your work without it being the most important thing in your life.”
And then she said, “Tomorrow is another day.”
And it is.
Every day. Every day we get up and we do this. Every day. Every day we work, we plan, we mother, we love, we try, we struggle, we triumph, we lose, we live. And no matter how smart, how prepared, how loving we are, life will not turn out exactly according to plan. It’s the best and the worst of it.
If your yesterday wasn’t what you expected, or wanted, today is another day.
Get up and hit it, Mamma. Gather your energies, believe again that you’ve got this, get back to it.
This is what we do. This is life, this mess, this process. It’s not the big wins or the perfectly checked off to-do lists, although they’re part of it. Life is the whole of it.
And we are blessed to be here, blessed to do this, blessed to be challenged and tried and pushed.
Today is another day.
Let’s hit it.