If there's one thing that I know I can always count on from my job, it's this: I always, ALWAYS go home with a new perspective on life.
I don't consider myself much of a drama queen, but I do get wrapped up in my own life sometimes.
Maybe I bitch and moan about how hard I work for not very much money.
Maybe I get crabby and emotional and vent to my friends about stupid boys.
Maybe I complain about money I have to spend on filling my car with gas or how much groceries cost.
Maybe I roll my eyes at all the dirty laundry I still have to do among a whole endless to-do list.
But there are always moments and days that truly open my eyes and make me say, "Wow....I really don't have problems. I kind of have everything going for me, actually."
Earlier this week I got some really horrific news. One of our school's students from last year died this summer. A girl in kindergarten. Her mother beat her to death.
When I heard the news, I had a small meltdown and didn't stop crying. All evening I was a bit of a wreck, continuing the cycle of crying, collecting myself, crying some more, collecting myself.
She wasn't my student. But I probably saw her every day. Their classroom is just down the hall from mine. It just hit way too close to home. I know I hear about these types of things on the news, but never dream about them happening to anyone remotely connected to me.
So let's take a look back at the things I was complaining about earlier in a new perspective:
Working too hard for too little money? At least I have a steady job.
Emotional about stupid boys? At least I have amazing friends to vent to.
Spending money on gas and groceries? At least I have a car and food in my fridge every day.
Having too much dirty laundry to attend to? At least I have a closet full of clothes.
Not to mention the fact that I grew up in a wonderful family my whole life, with parents who love and care for me unconditionally.
Some days really open my eyes up to reality.
I don't have problems. I really don't.
I feel so lucky to have a job that humbles me every day.
Just something to think about, I guess.
5 comments:
I don't like that at all. It made some tears roll. So sad. I also do Activity Days at church where I hang out with 8-11 year old girls and about a month ago one of their dads beat the mom, poured gasoline all over her, got it on one of the little girls and then burnt the house down. I actually think they go to your school? Not sure. But it made me so sad.... total perspective. And of course they were just like "lalala my house burnt down." forgetting the fact that they watched thier dad douce the mom in gasoline. I'm sorry, too long of a comment. But, you're right. We're living the dream!
--you are a great writer.
--i got teary eyed though [sad and tragic]
--i heart you l.p.
"I love that feeling. You know, the one you get when you take a deep breath and suddenly everything feels like it's going to be okay. When you're hopeless as can be, and life is going nowhere, there's those moments we have every now and then where we just stop, and we get this feeling, that can't be described, but you just...you just feel like everything really is going to be okay. Like the world stopped spinning for a second, and everything was clear. I need more of those moments." -unknown
Humans think too linear and the universe has to wake us up somehow. I think the trick is trying to take these negative experiences and channel them into something good.
You're doing something good.
Can you please post something new?
Oh you're busy, too? Okay, nevermind.
And yes, I meant "too" as in "also". Wish my kids would pick up on that crap. :)
Hope you're good. I mean, well...hope you're well. I'll keep dreaming of ten year olds with good grammar.
I took off my shoes but you weren't here. Keep blogging.
Belinda
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