Hard Days

You would’ve never learned the words to “Amazing Grace”
Never felt the chill of a pew when you lost faith
Well, blood, sweat, and tears wouldn’t mean a thing
If you didn’t strike out a couple hundred times
If you never hit rock bottom, never cursed the sky
You would’ve never known to ask the good Lord why
Or ever changed your life

You wouldn’t know what it’s like to dance in the rain
Never see the silver lining when the skies go grey
You wouldn’t know a dream come true from a few that don’t
You’d never find your way on a broken road

If you never had the downs, the scuffs, the scars, the ruts
And all you put behind you
When the wins, the ups, the rise aboves
Right there to remind you

If you never had hard days
If you never had a heartbreak
Never had more than you can take
Or carried the weight
Of life on your shoulders
Would it feel like you earned it?
Would you live with a purpose?
Or ever known your own strength
If you never had
If you never had hard days?
Yeah, if you never had hard days

~Brantley Gilbert

I was in a great mood, yesterday. I went and got some coffee next door to my old work, and then I stopped in to visit with an old coworker friend. We’ve been texting lots, and I told her I was going to come by one of these days. I got all caught up on the latest gossip.

It was so darned hot! I tried not to turn our AC on, in the house, but I couldn’t tough it out. I know, if I’M melting in the heat, Adam will be dyin’ in it. So, I wimped out and cut it on…

I made tortilla chips with some pico de gallo, queso dip, and leftover taco meat, for supper. We had a whole nacho bar set up. I hadn’t made my own chips in a long time, but they turned out good.

Later, while Adam and I were in the shower, I was extra chatty. I talked about finally completing our taxes, and let him know they were accepted by the IRS. Uncle fuckin’ Sam sure was a greedy bastard, this year. On top of the money we’d paid him all year, we wound up still owing a shit ton. It hurt to write that big ol’ check. Well, metaphorical check. I had it electronically debited, but I wasn’t excited about having to do it. We talked about finances, and he always makes sure to tell me what a great job I’m doing. Our conversation moved onto the long list of other stressful crap we’ve got going on, and have dealt with over the past year. I told Adam, I sometimes feel we’re trapped in a loop that I’m not sure how to get out of. I miss us. I recognize we are each careful and much more “gentle” with one another. I see the weight of everything he’s carrying, and his pain because of it. I know he sees mine, too. I don’t remember the last time we fought or fucked. We’ve had sex, and disagreements. We haven’t had the passion that fuels a real fight or the raw, animalistic kind of good hard fucking, in I don’t know how long. That’s not to say I particularly want to have a blow up, beyond pissed off at each other kind of fight. Or, that I don’t want and need my husband to make love to me. I guess I’m just concerned because I so do not want to remain inside the place we’ve been inside, forever. I very badly want to find our way back to the us we always were, before. I don’t believe our relationship or marriage is in any kind of imminent danger. I simply hope for the parts we’ve been missing to not stay missing. I’ve learned that it’s incredibly important for me to allow myself to find and accept joy, without overthinking my laughter and then judging myself as if I shouldn’t be allowed it. Punishing myself, blaming and shaming myself and how easily these things can dominate my thoughts, solves none of our problems. I’m realizing, Adam needs to see me “okay”. Not even only “okay”. Joyful. Happy. I can both see and feel the ways it affects him, to witness my hurts, fears, and my sadness. He genuinely believes it is his responsibility to ensure that I am not burdened or harmed. Seeing my worry and pain must feel as if he’s failed me. Of course, I in no way see my amazing husband as a failure. I look at him and see the most beautiful man, inside and out. I see a man who has always been the best provider for his family. A man who is faithful, loyal, and honest… to a fault, sometimes! A man who never breaks his promises. I also see a man who is doing his damndest to never show us the cracks in his “armor”, and who refuses to give up and be broken. He draws his strength from his commitment to his family. To me. He never stops giving, doing, and being everything he possibly can to keep me safe and secure. I know for sure, if he ever stopped trying, caring, and just gave up, it would wreck me. I don’t believe I’d ever be okay again. When Adam assures me we are going to be okay, I trust and believe him. I’ve no doubt in his determination or abilities to “keep the wolves away”. He’s my fierce protector. So long as I’ve got him fighting for me, I know I’m safe. I need to do better. I need to be better. He needs to see, hear, and feel from me assurance that his hard fought battles for my well being are not in vain. That I know he’s out there slaying all the dragons he can, and it matters. He matters. He’s doing a good job. He’s a good man, father, husband, son, and friend. He needs me to be okay, and to be happy much more often, too. I need to give him the admiration and appreciation he deserves. The best way I could think of going about it, is to giggle more. To be silly. To let go of the things I’ve refused to quit holding onto, knowing they only weigh me down and no longer bring joy into my life. I’m starting to grasp this concept that it actually isn’t selfish of me to seek out people and things that do make me happy, in spite of all those that have worked to rob my joy. Despite my grief, because my smiles surely don’t mean I didn’t care. I’m giving myself permission to let go. I’m going to fill my days with as much joy as possible. I’ll collect the good in everyday, and cling tightly onto that. And, I’m not going to feel guilty for it anymore, either. My healing isn’t only for me. It’s about giving my husband and our family what they deserve, and hoping maybe my husband will be able to give himself permission to do the same, assured that his wife is just fine.

Today’s a pretty good day to have a good day ♥️

I’m including the video I made for my corned beef gravy, last week. I’ve also got one made for last night’s supper, and working on one today. I’ve got a new meatballs recipe I’m trying out in my crockpot. So, I’ll add those soon. I truly hope everyone who’s reading this is able to always remember it’s okay to be okay, and anyone who expects different is most likely only going to hold you back. The depth of our grief is not measured by how long or how many tears we cry.