“Are you thriving?”
That’s the question a sweet friend posed to me in a Facebook message yesterday.
This friend is a woman who has lived in at least half-a-dozen countries, who was forced to bury her oldest son four short years ago, and whose physical beauty is surpassed only by her ability to craft soul-exposing sentences. Her words and her example have forever altered my understanding of dying and living.
With all of that said, the profundity of the question shouldn’t have surprised me. Something as common as, “How are you?” would have been a betrayal of her brilliance and sensitivity. So while I wasn’t surprised, I was certainly intrigued.
Am I thriving? What would “thriving” look like in my life? Would it require a handsome husband, children worthy of a page in a J. Crew catalog and a sprawling home in The Hamptons?
Or would it mean the perfect career — a place at Real Simple‘s editorial table — and an apartment in New York?
Maybe these things would help, but I’m beginning to believe that “thriving” has less to do with status and more to do with simple satisfaction.
Did you have a surprisingly delicious slice of watermelon for lunch today? (I sure did.) Maybe that means you’re thriving.
Did you run into a high school friend who still knows how to make you literally LOL? Perhaps that has an impact, too.
Did you notice a row of houses decked in particularly charming twinkle lights on your drive home last night? (Again, I speak from experience.) I think that helps.
I haven’t decided on a definite response to my friend’s question, and I’m still trying to sort out exactly what it would take for me to answer in the affirmative.
However, I think this beautiful view of the Salt Lake Temple from the window of our company Christmas party sure had a positive impact on my state of being today.
Now it’s your turn to reflect on your year, week or day. Are you thriving?