This week was full of ups and downs. Some magnificent ups and some gravelly downs. At the end of it all though, one thing was made beautifully clear to me. All these things mattered. Every single one of them. Sure they might not be important to me two months down the track, or maybe they will be. Maybe even more important and this week was just the beginning.

What does matter though, is that I acknowledged them as being important in these last seven days. Whether they were big or seemingly tiny. They had meant something, and I wasn’t going to push them away.

These were some of the things mattered…

I shared exciting news with loved ones.

I started my day with the best bread that suits me. Those grains, yep, they work.

I stood up, and had an opinion.

I sobbed. Pure frustrated raw mama sobs. Which was actually ok, because at the end of the day I realised how important something was to me and how I was going to have to go about things differently in order to get it done.

I shared within my community.

I stopped.

I said sorry and admitted I was wrong.

I ran to get forgotten library books, because that mattered a lot to someone else.

I made sure that family time was set aside.

I found five minutes of incremental time to be creative, then I found a whole block and that was bliss.

I gently wiped away small people tears.

I cooked and made sure we had good proper food in our bellies. Because when it comes down to it, if the whole day is crazy busy or simply going to hell… well at least we’ll always have real food to fall back on, (and maybe a glass of wine.)

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How about you? What’s mattered to you this week?