You know, I try so hard to be a conscientious blogger, I really do. I link back to people, I credit photos and link to their original source, and I give people credit if I appropriate an idea from them. And this time? I have no idea where this idea came from. I know I read it on someone’s blog a few weeks ago.
It struck me when I read it, but I didn’t know it was going to stay with me, and when it came hurling out of my face at breakfast with my sister and sister-in-law, I enjoyed their reactions. They were as in awe of the idea as I was.
I know suspense sucks, so here’s what I learned:
Have you heard this before? Holy shit. It’s such a great idea, especially if you’re like me and always crabbing at myself about all the things that still need doing. It’s an incredible mind-shift.
Here’s my list for yesterday:
- Went to the gym at 5, which could be the end of the list right there, but that’s only the beginning of my great feats.
- Refrained from kicking the dentist while she filled a cavity in my toof. Yes, I said toof.
- 3 loads of laundry.
- Wrote some of a blog post for Artchoo and worked on an art project post I’m concocting.
- Picked up some of the shit Beckett likes to throw around the house because he is a 3 year old boy and fond of the throwing. And scattering. And whipping.
- Made din-din for my family.
This is backfiring a little, because looking back that doesn’t seem like much. Huh. Well, fuck me.
Anyway, there I am being too hard on myself again, because I worked on my posts for a few hours. People think blogging is all cupcakes and llamas, but it’s grueling work.
So get this- this morning when I was on the treadmill at not 5 o’clock, I was thinking about how I had a minor meltdown about my kids the other night. It’s not secret that we’re poor as dirt while Christian builds his business and I build my blogging empire.
I get sad that we can’t offer my kids a lot of the things that other kids around here have. We can’t give them all the classes, vacations, toys, cool experiences and clothes we’d like to. It makes me feel like a total asshole sometimes. But then, as I was mulling it over in my mind, I started to think about all of the things we DO give them.
We give them the gift of happy, in-love parents. We make things with them a lot. We include them in daily activities, we don’t talk down to them, we respect them, we spend time with them, we don’t over-schedule them, we laugh with them.
I didn’t even need my sister the therapist to point this out to me.
I made that leap to twist negative thinking into positive thinking in a second area of my life. Do you see what’s happening? Paradigms are shifting! Long-held beliefs are changing! Suddenly the world in’t such a horrifically mutated chasm of oppression. It’s a damn miracle, is what it is. I don’t know how long this happy-thinking will last, but I’ll try to hold onto it. Somebody smack me in the face if I ever say anything negative again.