My team at work had our holiday celebration today with a Thanksgiving potluck lunch with Christmas music in the background. It wasn't a classic party, per se, but it was a good time.
As we were finishing lunch, my boss suggested we all say something we're thankful for. There were some lame answers (you know who you are), like "lots of stuff" and the usual, "my spouse" or "my job."
Then it got to one of my female coworkers who came back from maternity leave today. She was gone 8 weeks after the birth of her first child, who is, of course, super cute. I'll give you exactly one guess as to what she was thankful for.
But she wasn't just thankful. She gushed about how happy she was and how she'd always wanted to be a mom, and now she was and it was so fabulous and on and on and on.
It was really sweet.
I understood her dream. I cannot fathom her reality.
We all have times when we are confronted with the fruition of our dream in someone else's life. That's not a woman thing, or a young person thing, or a single thing or an American thing.
It's an everyone at some point thing.
We can choose to share in their joy, or reject it in favor of licking our wounds.
I don't always choose well. Today? I chose joy.
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Very truthful post Lincoln. I love that you chose joy. Your voice is a voice of honesty and I love listening. Looking forward to listening more.
I love this perspective. Although it's difficult to choose joy, I'm glad you did and I hope I will more often.
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