I’ve always been someone who dives deep into thoughts, and while some might see it as a flaw, it sometimes serves a purpose. Whether it’s labeled as anxiety or overthinking, the end result feels the same. Recently, I found myself pondering if anything I do truly holds significance.
Does the time I spent playing at the park with my kids hold any importance?
Do the conversations I have with friends make a difference?
Do those neatly folded laundry piles even matter?
Do the ideas I poured into my latest blog post have any real impact?
If I return to my career as a therapist, will that matter?
The answer is yes. Everything I do matters. Not in the way that my life spirals out of control if the house is messy, but in a much deeper sense. It matters because I choose to give it meaning.
For instance, skipping the dishes to cuddle a sick toddler was invaluable. That moment spent together is what matters most; it transcends the dirty dishes in the sink. Vacuuming the floor last night also held significance—not because my home needed to be pristine, but because it provided me with a therapeutic outlet to make sense of my swirling thoughts. It mattered because I matter.
Writing a heartfelt article about my struggles with addiction and the hope I found in reaching out for help was significant. If my story offered hope to someone else battling addiction, then it truly mattered. It’s a reminder that my experiences can resonate with and help others, and that’s powerful.
Even a day spent binge-watching Netflix had its importance. After stretching my body beyond its limits, I needed that time to rest and heal. Watching shows provided a necessary distraction, and that was essential.
Of course, not every moment is perfect. I raised my voice at my five-year-old last week in a moment of frustration. It was loud and regrettable, but it served as a reminder of my humanity. That moment taught me about my capacity for losing control, prompting me to seek healthier outlets for my emotions. Showing my son that I am imperfect matters; it’s crucial for him to understand that everyone has flaws.
Apologizing to him shortly after our heated moment was equally important. I wanted him to know that losing my temper doesn’t change my love for him. His feelings are valid, and that conversation strengthened our bond.
The little annoyances, like my partner leaving dirty socks on the floor, also carry weight. In those moments, I’m reminded of my late friend, whose husband is no longer there to leave socks behind. These small things echo the presence of loved ones, grounding us in the reality of our relationships.
My kids’ playful chaos—drawing on walls, throwing dirt, and breaking my cherished belongings—holds value, too. Their joy and childhood experiences matter immensely. Their lively interactions and sibling squabbles, while sometimes frustrating, form the essence of their brotherhood.
Ultimately, I matter. They matter. You matter. Every action—big or small—has significance. Life’s moments, even the seemingly trivial, contribute to the beautiful journey we’re all on.
Living fully matters, and every experience adds richness to our lives.
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Summary
In life, every moment and action carries significance, whether it’s spending quality time with loved ones, engaging in therapeutic activities, or navigating the complexities of relationships. Each experience, no matter how small, contributes to the rich tapestry of our lives, reminding us that we all matter.