Admittedly, yesterday was not a good day for me. I was grouchy all day. But, while I am one to write when I am feeling grouchy–I am not one to wallow and stay that way. So, in my soul-searching yesterday I realized something important.
I can do more.
I can do more for myself. Exercise even though I’ve had to drop my gym membership. Floss. Get out of my jammies before 9. Eat better.
I can do more for my son. Plan activities. Go places. I’m a resourceful kind of girl. If there are free (or cheap), fun things out there I can find them. Read together. Play. Talk.
I can do more for my husband. Smile more. Listen more intently. Offer more encouragement. Touch him. Don’t ask me why that last one is a tough one. It’s probably thousands of dollars in counseling waiting to happen. Not going there.
I can do more for my friends. Answer the phone–even when I might prefer to be quiet. Reach out. Open up…or not–depends on the situation.
I can do more for my job. Plan ahead. Work ahead. Be ready for what is next before anyone tells me to be ready.
I started last night with making homemade graham crackers with Carter. I made guacamole for Jeff. I tried to respond more when he talked about his day. This morning I got up and hopped into the shower. I washed 3 loads of laundry before 9. I went online and researched some great books that are out so that Carter and I can make a trip to the library this afternoon and check them out. I’m working on planning a really special and VERY cheap Valentine’s Day for my family.
I just can’t be one to sit. Doing more, for me, gives me more self-worth and I feel like my small speck of a life in the grand scheme of things is more than just a waste of good oxygen.
How do you kick yourself in the butt?