Zach and I took a mini-cay recently and we did absolutely NOTHING.
It was the most glorious getaway we’ve had since our honeymoon a year ago…ironic, because it’s the only one we’ve had since our honeymoon.
We’ve been so busy in this wonderful new season of life, that it was a blessing just to sit and mindlessly stare at the ocean waves.
Our first day on the beach, my husband looks at me and says, “You know, I know reputation is important and we need to make sure we are holding a strong and upright reputation, but I just don’t care what anyone thinks of us anymore. I am happy the way we are. I don’t care what they think about our clothes, hobbies, personalities, or any of it. We are who we are.”
And I was honestly taken back, but in such agreement with him!
I have always been one to beat to the sound of my own drum. Cystic fibrosis has that effect on you. There comes a point in your life when you realize the scars, time-consuming treatments, insulin pump sticking out of your pocket, germ-protecting mask, and coughing will draw attention to you no matter how hard you try to blend in. And when that happens, you can either spend all of your mental health stressing about how you look, and what others think; or you can embrace the unique quirks that make you, YOU.
So when Zach said those words to me, “we are who we are”, I just smiled in agreement.