On the hard things

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A year ago I was standing in the line waiting to walk across the stage, and shake the hand and take the piece of paper. A year ago I was sad that the ice came on that day and that the faces I loved wouldn't be there to smile back. On that day, I had finally done it, I had come to the end - the relief, the emotion, the process. It was all over. 

As an adult, a female artistic adult at that, I went back to school - and for what? Business! Business, of all things. What a truly undesirable feat for a creative. Learning was the goal, though, and that I did do. Learning business is the obvious, but what I learned more then anything else is that I can do the hard thing. Twenty nine years old, working 3 part time jobs at once, and full time classes. Tired body, tired mind. Twenty nine and forging my way, pushing my way, fighting my way 'til the very end. Doing the hard thing. 

Sometimes hard things look like being an artist in a business school, working one too many jobs, no self care. Sometimes hard things look like choosing to be nice to your spouse on the bad days, or forgiving that friend that let you down. Sometimes hard things are emotional and sometimes they are physical. But one thing is always true of hard things - they are always present. Hard things will always exist, it's true, but how we respond to the hard things is the most important part.

I know for certain that my responses to the hard things in life have not always been the best or prettiest. I also know that it was through those hard things that I learned to overcome, push through, fail, and get back up again. Overcoming only works if there is something to overcome. The hard things could be big or small, but with each one that we face, we have an opportunity to learn through it and grow with it.

Cheers to every choice to overcome in the face of all the hard things.