Did anyone else catch the story of the triplets who were all three both deaf and blind? The ice that was forming around my heart, the ice that was making it okay for me to be angry at my situation, yeah that's all sludge now. Dirty, muddy sludge. Who the heck am I to feel sorry for myself? I'm living on Easy Street.
I think it's time for a Grateful List, don't you?:
I am grateful for my senses, at whatever degree they are working for me.
I am grateful for my husband, who stands by me and helps me when I ask for it, without questions, and without guilt, and without judgement, and without resentment.
I am grateful for my children.
I am grateful for time to myself.
I am grateful for order in my home, or at least the ability to create order when I really want it.
I am grateful for being given trials that are not greater than what I can handle.
Let's all say it together, in a singsongy voice: Someone's had a breakthrough...
Ew, and the first person to point out it took an episode of Dr. Phil to get "a changing day in my life" gets an elbow to the throat.