Got up for work this morning after a good nights sleep. Putting on a new attitude. My life is good, I have a good marriage, good job, great children and grandchildren. Healthy overall. Lots of good people and love in my life.
Funny how being ill and/or having miscellaneous crap happen, can turn my mind around. It takes me back to a question posed to me by a resident at the SNIF where I work. He was one of my favorite patients and is still around. When I came back from a long leave of absence, he said: "Seems to me I was pretty mean to you." I responded, "Yes, you were, but I love you anyway." And I do.
He was puzzled as I explained. It's to be expected you would be angry, scared and confused coming into a new place and situation. Therefore, I do not take your behavior personally, but try to make it better for you.
So why is it so hard for us to extend that same grace to ourselves? It is the question of the day. I see it all around me. We are our own worst critics. Where we would offer a hug or word of encouragement to others, we tear ourselves down.
As the scripture states. I will not return to an old yoke of slavery for a moment of relief from my troubles, anymore than I would shoot myself in the head over a headache. I've learned new ways to be and will not let a minor set back turn me around.
Today I am most grateful and thankful to be up and moving around. To be in a happy family, employed with people I adore and able to bounce back. Get out your trampoline if you need a boost and join me for the ride.