I’ve been deep in thought the last month. I have been reflecting on each detail of my life. I’ve been asking myself hard questions and I have been trying to breathe and accept change. With this, I have been overly anxious, more so than usual.
I have been quicker to anger, I’ve been unpleasant to be with, and I have been just emotional. The other night on my way home from work, I just needed to call my grandma. I sadly hadn’t spoken to her in a few weeks but knew she would say the things I needed to hear.
She made a simple statement, “when I die, I just want to be remembered as being kind.” If any of you know my grandma, we all know that amazing woman only knows how to be kind. She truly would give her shirt off of her back to a complete stranger. This really struck me hard. Dying is inevitable but how we live and love is how we will be remembered. When we are physically gone, our actions live on way longer.
Talk about real talk. Ever since that conversation, I have been actively working on me. The quote “love is patient, love is kind” has stuck with me. I love with my whole heart. I am kind but far from patient. I feel like I have a big heart and try to be kind to everyone but I have a problem with being patient. My temper is quick and my words can be fierce.
My child is a sponge right now and I really need to ensure that she remembers me the way I would want to be remembered. With that, I am choosing to practice kindness and patience. How do you want to be remembered?