Can we really only be twelve days into 2010? This year has already been a whirlwind, and I am in desperate need of a extended vacation. Or at least a good massage.
Last week, which started like any other normal week, was turned upside down with an onslaught of unexpected events. There was a medical scare in our family which involved a phone call to 911, a trip to the emergency room, and neurological tests. Oh, and some of our belongings happened to catch on fire in a friend’s car. Oh, and Aaron entered into the crawling and standing phase of life, necessitating baby proofing the house and more parental supervision.
Thankfully, everything is fine now. The medical scare turned out to be nothing serious, as far as the doctors can determine. We are all healthy, intact, and settling into non-chaotic life. I feel like I can finally breathe (as opposed to hyperventilate with anxiety), and get normal amounts of sleep.
It’s a strange thing to experience moments of crisis. You start to question what is truly certain in life. My answer, based on this past week: not much. Hardly anything at all is a guarantee. Not my family’s health, nor our home, nor our finances, nor our jobs. Any of those things can change or disappear completely in an instant.
So what is one supposed to do amidst all of life’s uncertainty? Simply be grateful and not take anything for granted, I suppose.