Right now as I type this my sister and her husband are deciding the future of their marriage. Another friend just found out that her husband has been cheating on her. Another friend lost her job. Another friend can’t get pregnant. Another friend hasn’t found the right child to adopt yet. Another friend lost a dear aunt to cancer.
I could go on, but you get the point. While it seems like a particular shit storm has hit over here, it’s just life, when you think about it. This is what happens in life, beautiful babies are born and hearts are broken, all in the same day. Your joy doesn’t cancel sorrow and your sorrow doesn’t stop joy. I know this may seem like basic math to many of you, but for me it has been a long road of realization: Life is hard. Sure, no one said it would be easy. But no one said it would be this hard sometimes either.
My sister and I were sheltered from bad things, and we moved every six months to a year so we lived in a little bubble of family and didn’t experience a lot of loss. I feel lucky to have had that, but sometimes I also feel like it made me unprepared for life to be hard.
This will part of my words of wisdom to Fiona. I will tell her, straight up: Life is hard. Write that down.