Do you ever think about how dependent we've all become on our own particular versions of normalcy? I've realized this week that I've been dreadfully dependent on a few simple facts of life. I face each hour/day/week with the following expectations:
1. My children will be their normal, healthy, active selves.
2. I will be able to remain connected to the outside world via my computer.
3. The act of walking up/down stairs will not leave me incapacitated.
There are others, I'm know, but this week the above-mentioned aspects of my life were seriously put to the test. With the onset of the flu (yes, AGAIN), the death of our little computer (and I do mean death), and the increasing stubbornness of our unborn son, we (okay, I) have suffered setback after setback in an otherwise mundane life.
Perhaps this is why we have been counseled to view our world through the rose-colored glasses of gratitude. If I spent more time being grateful that I had two beautiful little girls I might not be so tempted to curse fate when they are moaning and whining on the couch for hours on end. If I spent more time actually talking to the people in my life I might not feel so isolated when unable to check my email or my blogs. If I spent more time grateful for the blessing of being able to welcome another baby into our home I might spend less time ticked off about feeling like a beached whale.
I do seem to take a LONG time to learn the lessons I should in my life, so I'm not sure that this recent observation will initiate a lasting change to my enduring pessimistic perspective...but at least for today I'm going to try to be a little more grateful for the things I do have and a little less time fretting about those I don't.
(It does help that my computer is almost healed...thank you Apple Store.)
5 comments:
You're lucky you have a cool older brother to give you a great example, or it would take you even longer to learn those lessons ;-)
I kid, I kid...
I am happy I have a sister who, even though is dealing with all that crap, has the time to help her sister do a quilting project. YOURE AWESOME!
I noticed you are reading Austenland. Let me know what you think of it. I loved the ending!
I constantly find myself getting worked up about little things that shouldn't really matter and then feeling dumb later. Your post was such a good reminder--I guess I get mad about those little things because the rest of my life really is very good and have nothing big to complain about. If only the perspective to not be irritated would stick around!
Yay! I'm back! I'm wondering if your "stubborn little guy" made an appearance while I was away...I'll call you tomorrow for the scoop!
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