Hard as it is to fathom, I was just writing (and, gratefully, deleted) a very ungrateful post. How can I be so ungrateful? And, dare I say it, about Christmas? It's too awful to contemplate.
Mid-way through, my Gorgeous started doing an amazing booty dance to the theme music to "Tangled," reminding me what an ungrateful wretch I was being. Seriously - just like that.
Practice what you preach, Sister.
Being involved with different volunteer opportunities and opening my eyes a little has been a constant reminder that I don't have bad days. I have good days, better days, and some really great ones. I don't wonder where my kid will get food or clothes, or whether he'll live to see his next birthday (a few freak, irrational panic attacks aside), or whether I married the right man, or why I'm unloved or alone.
Good reminder. Back on track. Lucky to be here.
Merry Christmas!
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