Weathering life’s storms can be stressful, to say the least. It occurs to me today, however, that life’s storms are what build, shape, and define us. During my current storm, I find myself ‘in the rain without an umbrella’. By this, I mean, I was not personally, financially, or emotionally prepared for the newest bout with mother nature. I am still here. I am working through it. Smiling, laughing with friends, and working it all out.
True, I am ‘alone’. True, I am my sole source of income. True, no one is ever ready for medical issues to arise. True, I have a roof over my head, a car in my driveway, food in my kitchen, family and friends who love and support me.
Life is about focus. Our outlook on life’s storms is directly related to our focus. Of course, I could focus on the negatives. There are a shit ton of negatives. I can also, and choose to, focus on the positives.
I will recover. I have a mother and brother who check on me constantly and will drop everything if I need them. I have friends who will brew my dumbass a pot of coffee and bring it over when I realize I went into surgery without making sure my coffee was fully stocked for my return. I have employees who are trying their very best to keep things under control and moving smoothly in my absence. I have dear, dear friends who are not close by, but check in via our multitude of modern technological communication sources.
I choose to focus on the good. It doesn’t make me stronger than anyone else. It doesn’t make me better than anyone else. It damn sure doesn’t make me more prepared than anyone else. What it does do though, is provide me with the inner peace and contentment to just heal and smile. No resentments, no undue stress, no bitterness.
Each day is not a battle. The very concept of each day being a battle is a negative way of thinking. Each day is a challenge. A challenge I accept, welcome, and will find a way to overcome.
I’m not a Pollyanna person. I’m never accused of being too happy. I am, and will always be, a person can pick myself up, dust myself off, and climb back on that bartop! (I don’t do cowgirl references, because, yeah, so not me)
Shit happens people. Sometimes it’s good shit, sometimes it’s bad shit. In the end, you decide whether or not to let it stick to you. All I know is I have no intention of smelling like shit just because things got rough. (classiest metaphor ever, I know)
The next time you face a new challenge, make a conscious decision to focus on what is good, surround yourself with positive people, energy, and things, and move the hell forward. Find a mirror, grab a lipstick and smear something encouraging on that bitch! I get particular pleasure from writing myself offensive affirmations. It makes me smile and reminds me I’m kind of awesome.
Nothing says, ‘Shawn Was Here’ quite like my upstairs bathroom having “Nice ass” smeared in hot pink lipstick on the mirror.😉