Join Isabel Romero as she shares her journey in health, fitness and mental wellness. Her goal is to serve as an inspiration to others by helping all her readers achieve their personal best.
When first moving to Parkland, I was in awe of the beauty. The diversity of the city of Miami and Boston had dissipated into a world of big boxes and manicured lawns. Each house a splendid representation of our hard work in college and in our various careers. Coming from the city, I was stunned at how many people in Broward County are this “well to do”. This successful. This happy. My initial response was to compare and contrast my life with everyone else. Wait-I finally get it! This is where the Jones’ live! This is the world I was meant to live up to. The grass is greener over here. The schools are better. The people more beautiful. The cars drive faster.
But…How fast must I go to keep up? So long to the days when I was spending my time just trying to help. Goodbye to the helpless homeless people I made a point to speaking to everyday while living in Downtown Boston. Now, my days were consumed with playdates and home improvement. Volunteering for our “A” school instead of giving my time, like I did in Boston, to people with Aids.
But the Hamster wheel kept running and there was no place to stop. My endless pursuit of happiness became a pursuit of The Best. The best lawn, the best school, the best camp. All along, my internal motivation really didn’t care. I knew my purpose for living was to give to others in need. And the more I dug, the more I realized that although most of the people here in this perfect town look like they don’t need help, they need it the most. Spiritually, emotionally, mentally and physically, we all crave inspiration. We all have a “why”. Why we live. Why we give. Why we love. And these perfect people are all working their asses off. Not just to make a better life for themselves, but for their kids. That regardless of where they grew up, they want this perfect world to make their lives better. That in the midst of chaos, Parkland creates peace.
My amazingly organized neighbor has absolutely perfect grass. It’s K9 grass, practically perfect in every way. I will never have perfect grass. In fact, my world, with diabetes, three creative kids, a husband who works his butt off for us….My grass many times is brown. In fact, there are weeds I can’t control. But…I have learned to enjoy my weeds, to stop fighting them. My grass is brown and green, but that’s ok. My grass may never be as perfect as yours, but it is exactly what I want. I only pray that you enjoy your own grass as well, weeds and all. Because it won’t appear greener to you, unless you water it. Be happy where you are: Parkland, Boston, Miami…but for now, I will enjoy this version of a perfect world. All of us fighting to be better than we were before.
Until next time.
Love Peace and Health,