Here’s the skinny: this is a strange time of the year. I just read a post by stormsoutside reminding me of this fact.
The holiday’s are not a jolly time for everyone. It’s a time of the year that’s questionable at best.
For those of you that read this blog regularly, you know I clean homes and work retail. You also know I’m navigating mystery health issues that a team of doctors are guessing at. The recent brain scan had 2 professionals saying “oh, this is not good” and a third saying “Your brain is good, lets get an MRI of your neck and lower back”……….ok??????? I suppose I’ll gather all my “scans” and get a second opinion, blah fucking blah……..blood work, sleep studies, x-rays……. Long story short:
I FEEL LIKE CRAP.
I HAVE NO ANSWERS
Add to that the laundry list of other worries, kids, finances, bankruptcy, homelessness etc…..
I was punched in the gut with the icy truth.
I don’t know when I will feel better. I may never feel better.
So who am I and who do I want to be? This is my life, like it or not.
Only I can find a way to be ridiculously, genuinely happy. To smile kindly and keep my energy in check while working with the public.
I AM NOT THE ONLY PERSON STRUGGLING.
Every single person is worried or struggling with something. Their outside may look polished and put together. I assure you, it’s not.
We are gifted with the freedom to choose our perspective. No one can take that away from you. You choose how you act and which lens you look though.
I am by no means telling you to ignore you negative emotions. What good would that do? Acknowledge and work through them. This is not a fake it till you make it plea. It’s a realization that we are all going though “stuff.”We can go though it and be happy at the same time. Our emotions can learn to live side by side.
I am skilled at setting up my own private pity party camp, building a fire and wallowing in my slop. After a few day’s it gets very uncomfortable, I tear down camp, and chuck it in the fuck it bucket.
Rather than being overwhelmingly burdened, try being annoyingly happy. I’m talking crazy town happy……….I just might wear a santa hat to my retail job today…..I just might.