Keeping Bad Days In Perspective

I don’t know if it’s the time change and the early darkness or the after effects of a difficult therapy session or the puppy’s over-the-top energy today or just the fact that it’s Monday, but today has been a day. I feel like I’ve been chewed up and spit out and then chewed up again, swallowed, regurgitated, and left on the pavement to dry. I have tired on top of my tired, despite having slept well last night.

Days like today, though, make me grateful more than anything else because they remind me that some of my less than optimal days are still light years better than the days many people live. I mean, I think it’s fair that we all have the opportunity to whine about trying times, but it’s important to keep it in perspective. Life offers different levels of struggle. As far as I know, I am healthy. I have a thoughtful, loving spouse, two sons who work hard and constantly strive to grow, a beautiful home filled with everything we need and a ton of things we don’t need but appreciate nonetheless, two sweet puppies, loyal and supportive friends, a functioning and comfortable vehicle, and money to buy whatever food we need. My “struggles” today were more about frustration and exhaustion than anything else, and that’s a fortunate position to be in.

I don’t want to be a drama queen. I’ve taken the first step away from that by eliminating from my life people who cause that type of reaction in me. The next step is walking away from the drama I create in my head that doesn’t need to exist. One way I am working on that is by practicing gratitude. So, tonight, I am grateful that I managed today as best as I could. If I’m given another day, tomorrow I can wake up grateful that I get to try life again and use what I’ve learned today.

5 comments

  1. I am a regular supporter of St. Jude’s Children’s Research Hospital in Memphis.
    Partners In Hope is what we call those with a subscription for monthly giving.
    They send a newsletter, and emails.
    This has shaped my life.
    There is no calamity that can befall me that does not immediately call to the fore the thought of parents and babies facing life-threatening diseases.
    I lost a son at the age of twenty-two. At least he had those years to live and grow and love and work.
    I cannot imagine the anguish of those parents watching toddlers lose their hair and languish through weeks and weeks of chemotherapy. HOPING their child will live.
    When Danny Thomas founded St.Jude’s, one in five children would survive childhood cancer.
    Thanks to Danny Thomas and all the dedicated professionals at St.Jude’s, the table is turned, and 80% of children treated for cancer now will survive.
    My other haunting vision is that of prisoners of war.
    Stories told by them speak of the deepest and darkest trials one can face.
    They also speak of hope. They speak of supporting one another with silent winks, messages tapped in Morse code on the bars of cages. They speak of survival. Beating the odds. Hope.
    These nameless people are my heroes, and remind me often that I may well be the luckiest man on the planet Earth.

    All my best,

    Paz

    1. St. Jude’s is amazing. It is crazy to think about how difficult it is for those families. Losing a child is, I imagine, the worst thing that can befall a parent. Every additional year I am granted with my sons is a blessing I never take for granted. And I agree about the resilience of prisoner’s of war. Sometimes when I need a big dose of reality, I will think about those who survived in concentration camps. To be able to withstand that level of abuse, fear, neglect, and trauma is a testament to the power of the human spirit. If people could get through some of the most horrific events in the history of humankind and soldier on, I can probably get through a crappy Monday and shut up about it.

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