It seems like within the past couple of weeks, a whole bunch of bad stuff has happened at once. Mostly to people close to me, but I tend to be like an emotional sponge. So if a good friend suffers or feels bad, so do I.
I have one close friend in the hospital, another whose marriage is falling apart. My best friend from childhood is worried sick about her mom, whose cancer made a nasty, unexpected comeback. I want to wave my magic wand and solve all their problems, but I can’t. Instead, I empathize. Oh, how I empathize (e.g., run to my mom’s house, throw my arms around her, cry like a baby, and beg her never to get cancer).
Meanwhile, I’ve been working a lot, along with trying to help out my friends, and have had even less time than usual with my family–which kills me. I need that family time to re-energize and remind me what life’s really about.
And so, to boost my spirits and remind myself what matters, I count my blessings, of which there are many. I should be (and am) grateful to be healthy myself, with a healthy, happy baby and loving husband. I have two wonderful parents who don’t mind hugging me while I have a good cry once in a while. I have some generous, caring, and hilarious coworkers who make a stressful day at work bearable. My husband and I have the finances to live comfortably and take good care of our daughter.
Things are OK. I am grateful.