So I am quickly learning that complaining REALLY doesn't do any good.
I've told this to my students many times, and honestly I thought it would make me feel better...
but it just makes me feel like a slacker.
Two kids. Two jobs. Zero energy. Negative income.
I've had the best of worst luck this month. My car breaks down. Yes, the one I am still paying on for the next year. Yes, the one I bought because it is known for reliablility. The one lucky part of it all is it broke down when I got to my destination.
Then, the bank drafts my car payment twice. Yes, twice. Yes, on the car I am still paying for but that does not run.
Thus, the second draft bounces my daycare check. Great first impression on the new daycare.
So yes, I've had a lot to complain about. And in all this I ALWAYS forget the good things that are going on.
MacKenzie can sit up. Alone. No help.
Abby is using the potty like 5 times a day. By herself. Flushing and everything.
My kids have not been really ill this year. My breastfeeding paid off.
We have awesome friends that pass down toys and clothes to us, saving us TONS of money.
I have people close to me who truly care about my kids.
I have two great jobs that allow me to do what I love... help people express themselves through words. And, the people I work with are amazing. They are my family away from my family.
These things help motivate me to suck it up and just do it. No matter how tired I am when MacKenzie has gotten me up at night, I drag myself into my classroom and feel the vibes of young minds compiling words to make meaning. It energizes me.
When I come home from lecturing and I don't think I can say another word, I find plenty to say to Abby and Rob because I love them and miss them. They energize me.
Even though I used be a gym rat, take graduate classes, work 3 jobs, and still hit karaoke twice a week, I still can't dwell on what was. If I just do it, I simply don't have time to complain. Living in the moment isn't about taking control of uncontrollable situations, but accepting situations as they are: one guitar strum in the larger symphony of life.
