There’s a million clichés dealing with adversity with my favorite perhaps being, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” Others include, “Adversity is the mother of progress,” Mahatma Gandhi; “All misfortune is but a steppingstone to fortune,” Henry David Thoreau; “Problems are only opportunities in work clothes,” Henry J. Kaiser, and “Prosperity is a great teacher; adversity a greater,” William Hazlitt.
I’m strong enough! I’m cool with my progress for the time being. I’ll let my fortune wait for a few months. My work clothes are so dirty they need a break. And I’ve learned enough for a while.
Got that adversity — me and my family, we need a bit of a breather.
We haven’t really had the chance to celebrate the joys of homeownership yet because we’ve had too many obstacles, road blocks — whatever you want to call them — thrown our way.
And before I go on, I know in the grand scheme of things we are still lucky and fortunate — I have a wonderful husband, amazing toddler, healthy pregnancy, roof over our head and many other things. I am so grateful for all of that and don’t take it for granted one second. All of these challenges have been a constant reminder of the wonderful, amazing people I have in my life to support me and the things that I am blessed to have.
But with all that said … the last few months have been pretty trying on a pregnant momma. We lost a lot of valuable items, both in terms of monetary and sentimental means, to a fire at the very end of March. A week before we closed on our house a month ago our finished basement flooded requiring the carpet to be pulled out and replaced. And then Friday, the storm that blasted our neighborhood completely took out one tree and damaged two others leaving our yard a mess of downed power lines, debris and tree. We sustained some roof and siding damage, although it still isn’t clear how much.
So, hear me out world, can we get a little break? Give me a chance to focus on my toddler in his last few months of being an only child and concentrate on the extraordinarily trying task of growing a brand new baby.
How do you make it through tough periods? What’s your favorite “adversity cliché?”