Words That Stick

Meaning of Life

Meaning of Life

My friend Ariana posted these words on her Facebook page a few days ago. In the middle of my runaway life, that first line – “The meaning of life is just to be alive” – resonated with such a relief. I’ve been so rushed and wound up, overcome by tightening deadlines, overscheduled with meetings and appointments, intimidated by to-dos. Time shrinks without warning, pushing me into the next day before I’ve had a chance to be fully in the one I woke up in.

There is not much I can do about the spread thin state of my life at this moment. The to-dos are real. Events are happening. Plans must be made and details tended to. The notion that being alive is enough is liberating, but how can I “just” be alive when there’s so much to do? I am not the letting go type. The best I can do is honor what life is for me right now.

And so, I will honor the mornings I don’t want to eat and the ones when I do. Then I will have bagel and eggs, a double coffee with three teaspoons of sugar.

I will honor the few extra pounds I’ve put on since I don’t know when. I will have to work them off with a measure of intention. The days of willing them away are gone.

I will honor my black sweaters and leggings and tank tops, my charcoal grey t-shirts. I am embracing my fondness for black with the occasional pop of purple or teal or orange. It doesn’t mean I’m sad or grieving or goth. It’s my backdrop.

I will honor my three-year-old as she soars through the grocery aisles meowing, arms outstretched in imagined kitty flight. I’ll meow her back to me and she’ll come, probably carrying a box of Froot Loops. I won’t frown at her wish or worry that people are judging me and my motherhood.

I will honor my almost teen as she seesaws between sweet as pie and sour grapes. I will honor her bitterness, her eye rolls and her clenched hands with “I love you.”

I will honor my 10-year-old and her excruciating need for exactness. I will honor her curiosity and raw honesty, but also teach her when words are better left unsaid.

I will honor my husband’s kindness and hard work, his enthusiasm for music, his strong arms and bear hugs. I will honor this holy marriage, with its tear-jerking dirges and swell-your-heart gospels.

I will honor my parents’ desire for more time with us, for questions asked, for phone calls made, for care and concern.

I will honor my friends, the ones who hold me close, with calls and lunch dates, cocktails, open arms, listening ears.

Finally, finally, I will honor the frenzy I find myself in, the swirl of what’s to come, this life in the messy middle.

Thanks to Dina Relles at Literary Mama for this lovely prompt. For more inspiration, check out Dina’s free write, write your own and add it to the comments.

19 thoughts on “Words That Stick

  1. There is Such beauty here, Lisa. Thank you for this heartfelt reminder that Here is the place and space I’m in.

    With heart,
    Dani

    P.S. This resonated deeply with me: “Time shrinks without warning, pushing me into the next day before I’ve had a chance to be fully in the one I woke up in.”

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  2. Loved this, Lisa. This line in particular, “Finally, finally, I will honor the frenzy I find myself in, the swirl of what’s to come, this life in the messy middle” resonated with me.

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  3. Honoring life as it is now – those are words that will stick with me, Lisa. I love this prompt – I’m tucking it away until I can give it the time I want to give it. Soon.

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