Putting on Your Oxygen Mask
November is over and we’ve already forgotten how stuffed we were with turkey and chocolate. It’s excellent to have a time of year to collectively focus on gratitude, and certainly that’s a quality we try to cultivate at all times. Often it’s the “counting blessings” frame of mind that gets us through difficult times. Many of us are able to find the good amidst even the most painful challenges.
What if our strength, courage, passion, fortitude, provision, is just the thing that carried us through, the thing we need to pause to acknowledge? What if people around us are already recognizing these qualities and we dismiss them, downplay the compliment, make ourselves smaller?
Beth Woosley recently asked her readers the very brave question, “What if I’m thankful for me?” It’s such an uncomfortable question, but one that deserves reflection. Consider the weight of hardship some people bear, the new paths people forge, the many directions we’re pulled for the sake of others? What if we take a moment to go against the very fiber of our being and put on our own oxygen masks first; stop and revel in our accomplishments as simple or grand as they may be; take a deep breath and inhale peace and confidence; allow ourselves to be encouraged; open up our lungs, our hearts, our minds and get refreshed?
According to the comment section on Beth’s post, women are thankful for their:
- ability to bend space and time
- turn disaster into adventure
- having the guts and strength to finish school while juggling a job and a 3 year old.
- creativity and curiosity
- common sense, emotion, and messy parenting
- courage to do things that scare her spitless
Go check it out and read how Beth celebrates each woman’s victories with cyber cartwheels and pom-poms. Surely each woman walked away feeling taller, stronger, full of oxygen and ready for battle again. Sometimes it takes community to slow us down and point out our triumphs.
What about you? Why do you totally rock?