Someone at work the other day commented to me how I need to find my luck, because all she ever sees on Facebook is me posting all the horrible things that are happening in my life. It kind of shook me up a bit.
I have felt a bit jinxed lately, but I never realized I was constantly posting negative comments. I've felt like I've been acting relatively happy and normal around most people and have succeeded at not giving off the doom and gloom vibe. I don't want to be negative all the time. Life has dealt me a few shit cards right now but that doesn't mean that I don't have a ton of positive things in my life as well.
Yes, my Dad died, but at least I got to be with him, I got to hear him say he loved me, I got to have him walk me down the aisle and see me move in with the man of my dreams. I got to grow up with him there answering my questions and offering support. I was close to my father, I know that I was just like him; gregarious at times and practically mute at others. We had the same sense of humor and the same exasperated love for my Mom when she was having a dippy moment. He was the kind of person who would see someone stuck somewhere and he'd just help. You didn't have to ask for help, or repay him for his troubles, sometimes you didn't even have to be around, he'd just assess the situation and fix things. I want to be like him.
Jim's mom has/had cancer and had to have decently major surgery to deal with it. It was a slap to deal with just after loosing Dad but at least we caught things in time and she's healing up nicely.
The car broke down. So what? We got it fixed, we're a family of two with two working cars, and I'm grateful for it. Money is just money, if we have it, yippee, if we don't have it, I'm still grateful for what we do have.
My neighbors... ahh the neighbors. Yes, they drive me up a wall sometimes. But that's just one of lifes little foibles that we get to deal with. Plus, the neighbors on the other side are fantastic, as are the people across the street.
School. I love to whine about school and work. But I'm ridiculously lucky to be able to go back to school, to be able to afford working only 3 days a week while I pursue a nursing career. I don't have children to raise or a mortgage to pay and my husband has been picking up far more than his fair share of the household chores.
I'm lucky. Unbelievably lucky.
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