It’s so easy to get caught up in negativity.
Heavy traffic on our way to the office can have us cursing and bemoaning this stupid city we live in.
A snafu at work can unleash a slew of curses, driving us to the point of wanting/threatening to resign (like it’s just that easy).
Spotty cellphone reception and shitty data services can have us berating powerless individuals just trying to do their jobs.
I’m not saying we should trivialize our problems or our experiences but most of the time, we tend to forget how good our lives actually are. I’m very guilty of this and I’m trying to change that.
Every Tuesday, I’ll be listing down three things I am thankful for, as a reminder that “hey, things aren’t so bad.”
This week, I am thankful for:
1. My body. I gained a lot of weight in the last few years and I’ve had people on the internet (haha) try and make me feel bad for it. Fortunately, I’ve come to accept and love my body— fat rolls, lumps, and soft fleshy bits.
I’m pudgy and it’s okay because it’s just that: a pudgy body. Whenever I start hating every roll, lump, and fleshy bit, I remind myself that there’s nothing physically wrong with me. I have perfect vision. I don’t have a tumor growing out of my face. I have arms that can open doors for myself and other people. I have two, strong legs that can literally take me where I need to go.
2. My job.
My goal in life is to stop complaining about my job.
I don’t have to love it (though it would be great if I did/do) but the least I could do is be grateful for it. And I am! It can get stressful, people can be difficult, it’s hard. But it’s a job, one that allows me to sit in an air-conditioned office when the sun is beating down on construction workers’ backs or when salesladies have to stand on their feet the whole day. I’m not out there making a difference (though it would be great if I did, one day) but at least I’m not making someone’s life (aka my mom, who carried me in her womb for nine months and put me through school for 240) hard.
3. My Freakie Cat!!!
It’s hard to be unhappy about anything when you see this face everyday:
Sometimes, I doubt Little Miss Freakie’s love for me. She isn’t cuddly, she bites and swipes at me when I try to be affectionate, and she only sleeps by my feet. When I start thinking I’ve raised a little monster (all sharp claws and fangs and the cutest funniest face), I think back to that time last month when I was home alone with a neck muscle spasm that had me nearly paralyzed. I had tried to lie down to get some sleep but ended up howling and bawling in pain. Freakie peeked out from behind the curtain, gave me an alarmed look then curled up right beside my head. She stayed there until dinnertime.
That Freakie Cat!!!
What are you thankful for? :)