Then I see this.
I could see myself as small and useless.
Then I see this.
I remember a teacher telling me "it's not what's happening, it's how you react to it." I have thought, gee, I need to turn into Pollyanna? Over the years, I have started to understand the idea. I won't say I am anywhere close to being blissful in all things, (nor do I personally feel you should be), but I think some of my thoughts have become 'better', for lack of a better term.
I don't want to exercise, it hurts today.
I am happy that Rudee loves to go out, it motivates me, and most of the time, I stop hurting.
My ankle is throbbing and hurting, and I just found another blasted rock in my shoe.
I don't like the pain, but it's nice after 10+ years, to have sensation in that foot. It's scary when you drop a pin, can't find it, and realize it has embedded itself in your foot, and YOU DIDN'T KNOW!
I am sick of the phone ringing for Husband.
I am happy that he is getting work in this economy.
I am tired of being a weenie, and not being able to heft and haul like I did.
I am not 19 and in Karate class... Concept time, bodies change! I am also much more able to do and have endurance than what I did, just a year ago. And who said it was a race, anyway???
I have 5 different things all the same day!
I am glad that so many people want me around, that I am included in projects and groups.
I can't find my blasted sunglasses...
Thank G*d, the sun is finally shining! And they are right where I left them, just got covered up with a paper.
Husband and I will have to take down this copse of trees this summer. Right in the middle of the dang blackberries...