I've been whining and complaining about a lot of things lately. I whined about working nights at UPS and I've whined about my lack of sleep while going to school. I whine about my new and improved schedule without UPS because I'm working 25 hours a week for no pay. If I didn't have this internship and I could stay home all day, I'd be whining about how I don't have anything to do! When my friends get tired of my whining, they tell me to knock it off, in creative and challenging way, like, "if I was there right now I'd slap you." I think even God gets tired of listening to me whine because every once in awhile I experience something that causes me to realize how great my life is. Sometimes it's the news or someone's caring bridge website that makes me grateful for my health. Sometimes it's a fundraiser for a family that lost their house and I realize that I don't have to worry about where I live. One time it was the date on the calendar which a co-worker pointed out would have been her son's 21st birthday and I thanked God that my children are all alive. This time around I was in the car with my daughter, Jenna. We were talking in the car on our way home from her guitar lessons when she told me a little story. She said that on a website where she posted one of her photographs, someone made a comment and asked her who she looks up to. Jenna told me that she replied, "I look up to my mom." ....hang on, I'm grabbing a tissue. I've been sober for 8 years and I'm working at an outpatient treatment center, so I've seen the destruction that alcoholics leave in their wake. I know I had to do a lot of hard work to get where I am, but I also know there were a lot of intervening people and things that made my recovery possible; things that I could not have done by myself. So, I apologize for whining so much lately, because knowing my daughter looks up to me makes me wonder; who could ask for anything more?
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Who Could Ask For Anything More?
I've been whining and complaining about a lot of things lately. I whined about working nights at UPS and I've whined about my lack of sleep while going to school. I whine about my new and improved schedule without UPS because I'm working 25 hours a week for no pay. If I didn't have this internship and I could stay home all day, I'd be whining about how I don't have anything to do! When my friends get tired of my whining, they tell me to knock it off, in creative and challenging way, like, "if I was there right now I'd slap you." I think even God gets tired of listening to me whine because every once in awhile I experience something that causes me to realize how great my life is. Sometimes it's the news or someone's caring bridge website that makes me grateful for my health. Sometimes it's a fundraiser for a family that lost their house and I realize that I don't have to worry about where I live. One time it was the date on the calendar which a co-worker pointed out would have been her son's 21st birthday and I thanked God that my children are all alive. This time around I was in the car with my daughter, Jenna. We were talking in the car on our way home from her guitar lessons when she told me a little story. She said that on a website where she posted one of her photographs, someone made a comment and asked her who she looks up to. Jenna told me that she replied, "I look up to my mom." ....hang on, I'm grabbing a tissue. I've been sober for 8 years and I'm working at an outpatient treatment center, so I've seen the destruction that alcoholics leave in their wake. I know I had to do a lot of hard work to get where I am, but I also know there were a lot of intervening people and things that made my recovery possible; things that I could not have done by myself. So, I apologize for whining so much lately, because knowing my daughter looks up to me makes me wonder; who could ask for anything more?
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Everyone has hosted a Pity Party at least once in their life.. so what you just did is pretty cool, you ended that party and made us aware that beyond our imperfect day others have far greater struggles. I love that your sweet daughter brought you to that realization. I love you Jen....
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