It Doesn't Take Much

  • By Trish Berg
  • April 27, 2011
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Struggling with loads of laundry, clutter in the kitchen and chaos in your life? Stress can easily steal our joy. Trish Berg reminds us to simplify the small stuff and find Joy in the Journey. It doesn’t take much to make me happy. Just give me what I want when I want it and I will be a happy camper. Not that camping makes me happy, mind you. I am not a sleep-in-a-tent sort of person. Even campers are not enough for me. I much prefer a soft bed in an air conditioned hotel with room service, if you get my drift. Boy that makes me sound difficult, or at least high maintenance. My husband would tell you that I am high maintenance, but I tend to disagree. I’m really not difficult to please, in my opinion. I like things to be a certain way, and usually my way is the right way. I am a self-admitted control freak, and my need to control things usually ends up freaking out the people around me. A dear friend recently told me that he thought I was the most impatient person he had ever known, and I guess he is right. Patience has never come easy for me since my timeline involves the here and now. Most things take time to happen, and time, in my opinion, is wasted waiting. At forty-two, I am not the same person I was at twenty-two, though I miss that twenty-two year old body with knees that don’t hurt, hair that doesn’t need to be dyed and the ability to read a book without bifocals. But with age does come a certain amount of wisdom, and I have learned to accept the things that I cannot change. Another friend once told me that she thought it was neat how I was “comfortable in my own skin,” though I chuckled back that I wish it were a few sizes smaller. I guess accepting myself, flaws and all, has taken time. That’s worth waiting for. My husband, Mike, and I have grown into our marriage of nineteen years and have learned to love each other even more than we expected to, even with all of our annoying habits and frustrations. That’s worth waiting for. Fifteen years ago, I became a mom. And since then, have spent most of my time learning what it takes to be the mom my four children need me to be. I make a lot of mistakes. But in the end, I have become this mom-creature that I never expected I could become. That’s worth waiting for. And within the next month, I will be planting my vegetable garden, and I know it will take time for the tomatoes, peppers and green beans to grow. But when they grow, we so enjoy the sweet vegetables fresh from the garden. That’s worth waiting for. I know, I know. I can be a difficult person to understand. Sorry about that. But I am learning to be a better me, and that is definitely worth waiting for. I guess I am learning to live for today and wait patiently for whatever tomorrow brings. And most of the time, good things do come to those who wait. See? I am growing. Oh yeah, and maybe, if I close my eyes and take a deep breath, we can even go camping this summer with the kiddos in a tent, with ninety-five degree heat, bugs and mosquitoes. Then again, maybe I’ll need to wait until next before I am ready for that much growth. Catch up with Trish at www.TrishBerg.com


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