My mom told me a story once that has kept me going through the rough times. Her and my father were on a trip for a gala they were going to attend. My mother had severe back problems, and was in agony the night of the function. She could barely walk, and was struggling to get dressed and ready. My dad tried to convince her they shouldn’t go, but she would hear none of it. She had on a new dress and shoes, dammit, and she was going! They were welling to the elevated (well, he was walking, she was hobbling) and he made one last ditch attempt to dissuade her. “look, you’re in pain and you’ll be uncomfortable all night….why don’t we skip it?”. My mother would hear none of it. “I don’t care how bad it gets,” she said, “there is always someone worse off than you”. Just then, the elevator door opened…and inside was a man with only one leg. My mom looked pointedly at my dad, and got in the elevator. Sure, she was struggling to walk, but she was doing it with 2 legs.
I’ve used that story to remind myself that someone always has it worse than I do. The way I see it, if a person struggling more than me can do it, then I can get through the tough moments as well. Hey, life handed me a break compared to what someone else is going through, right?
Then there are the days, like the past 2 days, where I want to complain, but feel guilty for doing so. I have daily problems, but my problems kind of don’t measure up at all compared to what some people lost or are suffering for after the Hurricane this past week. I have been venting a bit about some things going on in my life, And then I see footage of houses washed not the sea. It’s enough to make me feel like a huge a-hole for complaining.
Then, I remember a line from a movie that I will paraphrase because my memory is complete crap (I smoked a lot of marijuana when I was younger and my memory is crap because of it.) “what makes your problems so much more i portent than everyone else’s?”. Response?”they’re mine”. So sure, once in a while I will allow myself the pity party, (sometimes it’s a grand, lavish affair…sometimes it’s a seedy Ben and Jerry’s stereotype) but at the end of the day I try to be mindful that all n all. I have it pretty good. I don’t have it all…I just. Noose to be content and dare I say happy with what I have.
This has been a tough week for me. High stress, work issues, and a little old’ hurricane named Sandy had me stressed. I also think my depression is rearing it’s ugly head, and I’ve certainly had my pity party. I wish I could invite the one legged man though. Perspective is good for making you grateful.
My thoughts and prayers go out to all those who lost loved ones, homes, livelihood, or even a favorite pillow from the storm. (good pillows are a bitch to find!)
Please pardon any pity party I may have. Tonight,the NyQuil is talking.