Gotta love some good bathroom stall wisdom.
After a way-too-delicious brunch last week, I spent some quality time in the ladies’ room. Fortunately for me, there were some entertaining things scrawled all over the stall. Among the declarations of undying love (and propositions for a temporary good time), one message caught my eye:
I was all like awwww thanks, it is a pretty big deal that I made it this far! All the way to this awesome restroom at this awesome restaurant on this awesome vacation with some awesome people. Whoa!
Oprah likes to tell the story of her own conception (yep): a spontaneous one-time affair under an oak tree. She likes to say how if her mother hadn’t walked by at that moment, if her father hadn’t looked up and said “hey, girl,” if that one sperm hadn’t won the race… there would be NO OPRAH.* All the pieces had to be in place, ready to go, synchronized for the very moment that created OPRAH. And they were. Miraculous.
We’re all like that. When you really start thinking about all the things that had to happen to get you to where you are right this very second, it’s insane. Amazing. Miraculous. So much was out of your control — in fact, had not the slightest thing to do with you — but you had to keep showing up and playing your part. And for that, you deserve a hefty CONGRATS. You have much farther to go, much more to do, but just for now, take stock of the big, warm, wide miracle that is you. Rest in that.
You made it this far.
Happy Sunday :) xoxo
*Yeah I know, it’s too tragic for me to even think about.