No Use Crying Over Spilled Milk
My grandma used to say that now and then when I was a little girl. I didn’t understand it at first – especially when I hadn’t even had milk. Or spilled it.
But over time she taught me what it really meant. There is no use crying over rotten things that happen. Clean it up and move on. Be grateful that you can pour another cup of milk. Or that you had a floor, or table, to spill it on.
I’ve been thinking quite a bit about life, in a general way, lately. Mostly thinking about how grateful I am for everything. Especially the love of that good woman, my grandma. She wasn’t in my life long but she sure did leave an impact.
Even the things that kind of stink. There is no doubt that I’m a very lucky woman. A loved woman. But that doesn’t mean that at times I don’t feel let down or lonely.
I think that good things begin to come to us when we determine that life is indeed good. Very good. Sure, crummy things happen. We get hurt (Just scroll back through my Instagram feed for proof of that!), there is never enough money to do the things we need, or want, to do. But there is still so very much that is good. So very much to be thankful for.
The love of family, friends, pets, the ability to grow green things, rain, lavender, sketchbooks, watercolors, freshly laundered sheets.
It doesn’t change the fact that there have been times that life was very much not good and that we had to go through Hades to get where we are. Or that things will most likely be not good again some time in the future. It’s simply a fact of life, isn’t it?
But without that journey, where would we be? Without those not good times how will we know how strong we are? How will we know that we are worthy of good things? Fantastic things!