Perspective
As I sat at the bus stop with my 14 year old this morning, the conversation went something like this:
Me – “Is it a good day or bad day at school today?” [Note – good day is any day without math and civics to her.]
Her – “It’s a good day, but I don’t want to do 50 pushups in gym.”
Me – “It won’t be that bad.”
Her – “But it’s almost Friday!”
Me – “It’s only Tuesday.”
Her – “I’ve been waiting for this Friday for 2 months now!”
Me – “But it’s only Tuesday.”
Her – “Bye Dad.”
Me – “Love you.”
Her – “Love you too.”
Two things make me smile about this conversation:
(1) if the only thing she’s worried about in school is 50 pushups, that’s a very good thing
(2) if by Tuesday she’s already excited about Friday, she’s going to have a great week
Isn’t it awesome that a 14 year old looks toward the future with such great excitement and finds motivation every single day by what’s to come.
In a sense, I do the same thing, just not with the incredible excitement that she does. I live for those moments that are close to nirvana. I ground myself on tomorrow being better than today, regardless of how awesome today may be. And I smile in knowing that with every step towards that nirvanic future, I’ve learned something new, met someone new, and accomplished something new.
I think that’s going to be my new motto – “it’s almost Friday!” But not because it marks the end of an otherwise dreary week, but instead, because it marks the achievement of something very special!
Friday is after all, nirvana in itself!