Blog title compliments of Jeff Spicoli
I've got problems.
Of course I do! Duh.
Let's see...
Uhm...
Hmmm...
OK - here's some:
1) I'm overweight
2) I smoke
3) I have debt
4) I have a family member whose got a chronic serious health problem
5) I've got ants1
And those, my bloggy reading friends, are the ingredients to the bulk of my day-to-day worries.
Do you hear me complaining?
I admit. I'm lucky. I don't have very many problems. There are those in this world - like my ill family member - who've got a mountain of critical worries I don't currently have to face. I am lucky in this way.
But I've also made my own luck because I've worked very hard not to have some of the problems several of my acquaintances face. And when I say I worked, I mean
Like...
1) I went to school.
2) I took charge of my finances.
3) I just said no to self-destructive relationships.
4) I spent an extraordinary amount of time working on my self-awareness and self-esteem and self-confidence.
5) I asked for help only when I needed it.
So no, I don't have a lot of problems.
Occasionally, I do have woe is me moments. Usually it's when I'm a raging ball o' hormones and even Hallmark commercials - if I had a TV - would probably make me cry.
Otherwise, I don't actually feel like I have problems most of the time.
So, when I'm around people who are in a constant state of distress over their problems - especially those they could solve if they wanted to work toward it - I often can't relate.
Sometimes, I feel...removed and detached and most definitely impatient.
Sometimes, I feel like I'm in the eye of a hurricane of problems that aren't mine and I wonder how I got here.
And I have to keep reminding myself that I didn't build my Rome in a day. I worked for it.
And I remind myself to be patient.
1: But not in my pants...in my pantry.
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