I've been quiet this week - both on the internet and in life, I think. I'm tired. Sophia is not sleeping solidly at night and she's waking up early again. I'm thoughtful, I suppose. I have a lot to think about these days. Also, it seems that every moment I get on the computer, I am trying to catch up on the happenings in Iran.
For that reason, I feel very aware of the contrast of my week of ease and tiredness to the week of the people of Iran. Each morning must bring new tidal waves of fear, grief, hope and desperation, only to name a few. Having a moment to moment account of the tentative existence of men and women from the other side of the world changes the way I look at my own world.
Perspective is always a good thing. I always cringe when people share their problems or grief and end with, "But it could be so much worse." I still think that is often just an easy way to not feeling the grief of our own struggles. However, it doesn't hurt to be reminded of the tangible truth of that fact every now and then, particularly when my current struggles include dealing with a beautiful, relatively complacent, although highly opinionated toddler and struggling with having gained extra weight as a result of not setting limits on my appetite.
So, I'm just saying that for this moment, I am going to have some perspective. I am not in fear for my life or livelihood. I know that even though it may take a little persistence, I could get my voice heard by my government without fear of imprisonment. It's a pretty great life. I hope that it becomes a familiar feeling to many, and I know that they would not take it for granted within their lifetime.
Me too. An example of my frustrating week is a burnt-out bulb in the bathroom last night. I knew I was low on energy when I got that sinking feeling when I flipped the switch and nothing happened. "Ugh, one more thing." I go get a bulb, I try to unscrew the glass cover, the nut sticks. So the whole center bolt comes unscrewed. I replace the bulb, but for some reason, even though it unscrewed with no trouble, the center bolt won't re-tighten. I had to take the whole light fixture off the ceiling. "Of course it couldn't be easy." So 20 minutes and a few tools to change a frickin light bulb.
ReplyDeleteIt's good to realize that was frustrating and what that means about my emotional "tank" but it's also good to know what it's NOT.
thanks for the reminder. needed to hear that, as I'm sure most of us do. always impressed with your depth of thought. hope to visit at the gym tomorrow!
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