Sunday’s are a great time to sit back and reflect on the week and look at what I did wrong and what I did right.
This was a busy week and I made some missteps, but also tried to take some steps forward.
I’ll start with the misstep.
I got angry with the hubby for being “overly-protective.” He’s been caring for me since I broke my knee. He cooks, cleans, brings me coffee, wheels me around and listens to my “poor me” grumblings when the physical therapy gets too painful.
He has been nothing but kind. On the other hand, he is so helpful that I have to beg to do things for myself. Every time I can do something for myself I feel an enormous sense of pride and accomplishment.
For example, I cooked breakfast all by myself yesterday! I stood in the kitchen and made a beautiful omelette with mushrooms, spinach, bell pepper, green onion and Parmesan cheese.
It was the first time I cooked a meal without any assistance in 3 months. And it was delicious.
But, I got short-tempered with him when he said, “Did you wash the mushrooms?” as I was happily chopping away, anticipating their joyful taste in my mouth.
“Out of my kitchen,” I said as he hovered over me watching my every move.
I have to remind him, gently next time, that it’s my knee that’s broken–not my hands, mind or cooking skills.
He forgets. Already. Three months ago I was extremely independent, never asked for any help. In fact, I hated to ask for help from anybody. I cherished my independence. I had struggled years for it.
But one night, I fell and that changed everything. I couldn’t walk or drive or even bathe myself without assistance. It was humbling, but with that humility came a huge lesson that I’m still learning.
I cherish every joy and even every setback. I’ve learned setbacks help me to grow and change if I choose to learn from them.
Every day is different. Every day is a “small” miracle.” Every day I find something new to be thankful for.
I’ll end with this wonderful parable:
One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, “My son, the battle is between two ‘wolves’ inside us all.
One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, Inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego.
The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.”
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, “Which wolf wins?”
The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”
“Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity.
It turns problems into gifts, failures into success, the unexpected into perfect timing, and mistakes into important events. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today and creates a vision for tomorrow.”
— Melody Beattie