Taking time to enjoy the miracle

I have been putting in many hours at the new job.  Yesterday I was out of my apartment for over 18 hours, only to come home and fall asleep within 30 minutes, wake up at 4:30 am, and do it again. 


I have become very familiar with the sound of my alarm clock.  I know what it is like to walk down the street before anyone else is there.  I regularly see the sun rise through the windows of the gym.  And I know what it feels like to be achingly, unbelievably tired.

The other day, though, after a long and trying week, I received my first box of professional business cards.  They were so slick and I loved the way my name looked in the print.  I felt established.  Professional, even.  I had to stop for a minute and think through my sleep deprived brain that I had to be thankful because I had actually made my dreams come true.  I am doing what I love to do.

Sure, there are the little day to day hiccups that aren't as fun or as glamorous.  But when I am working with a client one on one and helping them to achieve their goals it all is worthwhile.

So even though I don't have as much time for outside activities like I used to, or time with the boyfriend, or time to get a really awesome FULL night's sleep with no alarm clock attached, at the end of the day I am thankful.  Sometimes that is the biggest miracle of all.