Commode To Joy

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Human Highlights

I’m launching something new with Commode To Joy. Every Sunday I am going to post my Human Highlights of the week here and on my social media pages. (Follow me on Instagram and Facebook if you haven’t already.)

My “Human Moment” will feature something along the lines of a frustration, flaw, or flat out failure that I either caused or experienced during the week.

The “Highlight” will be whatever made me that absolute top of the mountain, soar with the eagles, breathe it all in, happiest of happies.

Please note that, with a stroke of grace and a shift of perspective, it is possible for the human moment to become the highlight.

An image will be included with the post that is likely to be unrelated to any of it, because I’m usually too busy getting through my human moments and soaking up the highlights to get a picture of either. This is the whole point: In life the human moments and highlights are variables; life is the constant.

Many out there will tell you to only focus on the good. I partially agree – absolutely focus on the good and celebrate it, even if it’s teeny tiny. But I also think that dismissing our human moments can be a bit of a disservice to ourselves. We all have our moments (newsflash: we’re all human), so let’s put it out there and then move on. Moving on is important, otherwise we can get so caught up in the humanness of ourselves (or others) that we lose focus of life.

It is also possible that if things aren’t “the best” all of the time we can lose sight of life’s little lovelies that happen regularly. Oftentimes, those little moments become the highlights.

When talking with others, many skip over stories revealing their humanness because it isn’t “appealing” to do so. The ironic twist is that we often skip over the great stuff that’s happening in our lives too, because (gasp!) what if it comes across as “bragging”?! Both are factory standards to being human. It has been my experience that when I talk about the “Human Highlights” of my life with others, the conversation tends to deepen beyond surface level and ushers in authenticity.

To kick this off, I’ll give an example midweek before starting it regularly on Sundays.

Human Moment: I let an explicative fly in the car a couple of days ago. Normally, I’m quite good with my language around Miller (no, I’m not referring to grammar, though that’s usually good too). But doggone it, I made a driving error. I treated a stoplight like a stop sign and started to proceed through a red. While hitting the brakes, out came a four letter word. I didn’t realize I had even said it until a small voice from the back seat repeated it. To me, this isn’t cute or funny. It’s a little disheartening, and it is, most definitely, human.

Highlight: A visit to Merchant Street yesterday with Miller and Mark (someone didn’t have to go to work until noon!) included an impromptu stop at Jimmy John’s. To the common bystander it was just a family of three sitting at a round table on a Monday morning. To me, it was pure magic. A mom enjoying a sandwich and the company of her husband and son. A happy child eating bread and laughing at the birds outside. A husband relaxed in his chair watching the whole thing. We were all together. We were all present. We were all present together.

Pictured: Just another day at the train table with Miller. But this time, he saw me use the timer feature on my phone’s camera and decided to test it out for himself.


Would this technically be a photo momb?

Start thinking of your human highlights. See you Sunday.

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