Sit Back and Enjoy the Ride

Hey there! Today I was so inspired this morning while I was journaling. I was writing what I was grateful for and I remembered that yesterday my husband gave me a ride to work and I felt so grateful for it. 

Now you might be thinking this is silly. How can you be grateful for something so simple, right? Here is the thing, 11 months ago my husband left me and my 3 month old baby boy to go work cross country. He spent 9 months in Buffalo New York, sending us money weekly so we could pay the bills and pay past debts. Money was not an issue in those times, however, my life with the baby was a one woman show. I have to admit that even tho this experience made me a lot more independent, it still was exhausting. I was tired. Carrying the baby everywhere with me and driving the car everywhere. Now, if you are a first time mommy, you will totally understand what I am talking about. Yes, they are simple stuff buy the you are doing this all on your own, it can get exhausting.

My husband came back 2 months ago and I went from stay at home mom to now opening up a local Business, running my online side hustle and having a part time job. 

I love my life entirely and I truly love everything that I am doing. It feels aligned at the moment and I thrive. I wake up at 5:30 am every morning, do some journaling, reading, get ready and to keep going through the day till 11 pm I rely on tea, coffee and a 20 min nap at mid day. It’s amazing and exhausting. I finish my day feeling achieved and drained at the same time. Most importantly, absolutely happy. 

So, yesterday, after I closed up my nutrition club and ran some errands (we are also in the process of moving to a new apartment, so things are crazier than ever) I went home and took a 20 minute nap before heading to my part time job. I was sitting in the dining table feeding my now one year old saying, “Oh God I am so tired, I don’t even want to drive”. My husband without a thought said “You want me to take you?”. Independent Itzel thought “No, I have my own car. Why waste more gas in extra trips?”. I was about to say no, but then my tired Itzel said “You then pick me up afterwards?”. My aunt cracked up and said sarcastically “No, you can stay over there and spend the night there”. We all cracked up. They were more laughing at me for being so drowsy and clumsy with my words. 

We got in the car and he drove me to work. It was so nice to sit back and just enjoy a ride. I put my phone down and I rested in his arm like the old times when we were just boyfriend and girlfriend. Even now, as I am writing this, I am getting emotional just remember how good it felt. 

You see, sometimes we forget how good certain things feel. We take for granted little moments like those. The little moments that add up and make up our entire life.

The ride to work was so much fun. We laughed, we sang songs, played around a bit. It was like falling in love with him all over again. 

Life happens. Things change. One moment you are super in love, can’t get enough of each other (blink blink, you know what I mean?). The next moment you have a kid to take care of, errands to run, a house to clean, a business to run and we simply forget to find the times that feel good. To find the times where you can just sit back and enjoy the ride.

When he picked me up after work, he didn’t go home. He took me to eat pizza (because he probably knew I needed it). Then we went home, he massaged my back and I knocked out. This morning I woke up in the best mood ever. Motivated and inspired. 

Sometimes we go through life hustling, working hard, sacrificing so much to achieve success. Cleaning, Moping, Feeding.  There is no better way to keep going than to do the things that make you feel good. Love and enjoy your family. At the end of the day, they are the true motive why you are trying to succeed in life. They are the motive why you want your house nice and clean. Why you want that dinner ready. Why you want to become the best version of yourself.

Until next time, remember Happiness is the Way!

I love you 

Itzel Cuch