A statement that I dislike, more times than not, is “it could be worse.”
You know what? On its face, that’s true, but it’s bad for me right now. It may not be as bad as someone else’s situation, but it’s my situation and I’m in pain over it right now.
Don’t abridge what’s going on in my body/mind/spirit to tell me “it could be worse.” You’ve just totally negated whatever it is I’m trying to deal with/work through.
Let me get through this process of dealing with what I’m dealing with, and eventually I’ll get to “it could be worse.”
Shoot. Maybe I’ll never get to “it could be worse,” but that’s my privilege. Don’t try to control how I feel.
We don’t always make it better for others by instructing them to look on the bright side. Sometimes there is no bright side. Some things are just bad, vicious, evil. Let me face it as it is, and let me decide how to feel about it in the end.
“Always trying to see the bright side in every situation may cause you to miss an eclipse.” -Faydra D. Fields (yes, you’ll see that in a volume of “30 Quotes 30 Days” 😀 )
I’ve been renting the same townhome since 2003, and my landlady has been a blessing and a half to the tenth power plus infinity!
When my ex-husband walked out on my in 2006, and my income tanked, she was uber-understanding and told me to pay my rent when I could. For about six months, I was paying little to no rent and then I finally got caught up and paid all my back rent. During that entire time, she never called or emailed or came knocking on my door asking me about the rent. She was a woman of her word and didn’t panic and assume she’d made a mistake by giving me a break. Well, maybe she panicked at home, but she didn’t let me know about it. 🙂
During all that time she wasn’t getting all or rent, she still sent maintenance people over here to deal with issues around the house. She even emailed me a few times to say, “Don’t think you can’t contact me if there are issues with the house. If you need something fixed or replaced, you need to let me know. Don’t wait until the rent is caught up. One has nothing to do with the other.” I’m paraphrasing, but this was the summary of all the emails.
Anyway, for the past few years, she’s always cut my January rent in half as a holiday gift for me being such a good tenant, she says.
This year, to my amazement and complete surprise, she cancelled the rent for January all together. I was elated! I was overjoyed! I was beyond grateful and humbled!
Thank God for my landlady. She makes it very hard for me to want to be a homeowner. She’s been so good to me throughout these past eight years.
Anyone who knows me well knows that I’m a home-body.
It’s not unusual to find me relaxing at home on New Year’s Eve, and that’s where I was this 31 December.
I decided, however, that I wanted to do something different to ring in the New Year besides just watching a movie or surfing the web.
So at about 11:50pm on 31 December, I started the shower.
While the water was getting hot, I opened the package with the new pajamas my mother sent me for Christmas, and I opened the new pack of underwear that I’d purchased about a week before New Year’s Eve.
When the water was just the right temperature, I got in and washed from the crown of my head to the heels of my feet.
When I was done with my shower, it was 01 January 2011.
A newly cleaned me started a new year in new pajamas and new underwear.
I said my first prayer for 2011 and took my first rest of the new year.
I’m thankful for a new and clean beginning.