Remembering to be grateful
I'm having a rough time of it. Work has been incredibly tedious, unfulfilling and insipid lately. My side business feels like it's lost its path and meaning. I discovered a bedbug infestation in my house. Not only am I nearly gagging in revulsion every time I think about it, but my house is being turned upside down, all of my routines are disrupted. I also don't know how it happened and am terrified that it will happen again. My kid is doing what teenagers do and being kind of an insufferable jerk. And to top it off my nose is minorly fractured so I need to take some time off of my sport and working out to let it properly heal.
My mind is all over the place. I'm drinking too much. I'm short with people. I'm not sleeping well. My personal and professional productivity is taking a nose dive. Everything is terrible. Except all of these problems are not, really that big, so I need just suck it up, put the big boy pants on and deal with it without wallowing in self pity dealing with my lame first world problems. But that isn't what I'm doing. Why am I not handling all of this.
And just as I was feeling peak self-pity, I walked past my co-worker's empty desk on the way to my desk. It's empty today because he and his wife are burying their young daughter today. And I remembered how amazingly lucky I am. In so many ways. And even if things get worse. Because they will. I am still. So. Lucky. I have so much to be grateful for. For what I have. For what I've had so far. For the opportunities I might have in the future. My problems are problems and instead of beating myself up about it, I can be grateful.
And going forward, I will try to do a better job of remembering that. I hope that you do too.
Posted Mar 5, 2019, 3:15 PM UTC
I am right there with you my friend. Thank you for the reminder. Stay strong and be well.
I appreciate that. You too.