One time I had to take a personality test for a class at school.
You know, the ones where they list dozens of adjectives and they ask you to choose which ones resemble you and then there are lists of questions like “Do you see the glass as half-empty or half-full?”
I think that’s where I figured out I’m a glass half-full type of person.
I’m all about sunshine and happiness and joy and rose-colored glasses and seeing rainbows after a storm.
99.96% of the time.
Except for last week.
You see, I’m in the middle of a project in a world where I really don’t know anything about anything.
The kind of world where no one really has worked with me before and they don’t know me and who I am and they have never heard my voice before and while I’m sure one day it will be wonderful and amazing and incredible.
Right now it’s scary.
And sometimes I feel like I spend my days taking one step forward and two steps back.
Last week I was explaining all this in great detail to my mother and she was listening patiently to me listing off my woes and all my stepping and re-stepping and when I finally exhausted myself with everything I had to say, she said something so profound and so wonderful that it stopped me completely in my tracks.
“Don’t compare your middle of another journey to the beginning of this one.”
I had to pause and let it sink in.
She was so right.
Wonderfully, amazingly, incredibly right.
I was looking around and comparing myself and where I was to others and where they were on the journey and bemoaning the fact that I hadn’t accomplished what I felt like I should have accomplished and why couldn’t I make tracks like they had made tracks.
When in reality, the train hadn’t even left the station.
Can I get an amen?
And just when I processing that thought, my mother said something even more brilliant.
(total aside: I hope she reads this and if not I think I need to e-mail it to her)
Something I needed to hear.
Something that carried me through the rest of the week and made me wake up this morning and give thanks for another day.
Comparison is the thief of joy.
I need to rejoice and be happy for my own journey. I need to be happy for what I have accomplished and what I have done and the twists and turns of my own path. I need to simply be happy for today.
She’s right, that incredible mother of mine.
So I’m lifting my coffee cup in her honor this morning.
And guess what? It’s half-full.
I made a HAPPY DAY banner for the living room spring mantel to celebrate my mother’s brilliance.
These classic farmhouse letters were created by my equally brilliant friend, Andrea, and if you’d like to make a banner, you can print your own for FREE.
She created the entire alphabet in banner and 8 x 10 printables.
If you want to print the letters in banner form you can click here to download the files with the letters N-Z.