Flyin' High

It seems as though most of my blogs are inspired by negative things. Writing in general, seems to be as a result of pain, hardship, and emotional distress.
    But today I write from a place of love and positiveness. This emotion probably stems from this ; my productivity this weekend: I graded 90+ essays, completed graduate homework, lost 3 pounds on my diet, went to the gym, etc. all while coming down with a cold.
      Maybe it was the fact that I had an argument with my mother, after I texted her about my one pound weight loss last week. The text I received was, "That's all? One Pound?"
   Now, before I continue, I love my mother to death. I am her, in a young form. Our face, body shape, and even personalities mimic one another. So, to say the least, I am a product of my mother and she wants the best for me.
     Sometimes, as we all know, our mothers, even fathers, can be brutally honest, or just plain brutal. Was I hurt as the prospect of my mother thinking less of me? Or was I hurt at the fact that well yeah, one pound, in the grand scheme of things, is not much.
    What I realized in the day that I went without speaking to her is that I am loved. My mother was not trying to be hurtful, rather, motivational.
   At the end of the day, I have learned not to analyze everything, rather, take everything with a grain of salt (pun intended) and move on.