What’s Your Excuse?

I generally do catch myself when I’m complaining or feeling sorry for myself… Honestly, I’d say I’m aware of it 100% of the time. I’ve learned that – though disappointed in myself for taking the whiny tack at that moment – that it IS okay to “feel.” The human experience of emotion is both complex and highly individual. If we didn’t fluctuate, I begin suspecting we were in some kind of post-apocalyptic nightmare. No thanks!

But…

But. . .

I grapple with that concept because I don’t honestly believe I really have the right (or good reason) to complain. I’ve somehow had engrained that one person’s annoyance is another’s absolute dream…so perhaps my default is the cause of my inner turmoil. Still, I’ve never viewed complaining under any circumstances as a positive thing, so maybe it’s just flat-out disappointment that I’ve succumbed to the whims of my limbic system.

Whatever the case may be, I am ever-aware when I stray from gratitude. It has nothing to do with being a goody-two-shoes – I have PLENTY of moments of grumpiness, irritability, annoyance at others, frustrations etc… It is more that I sincerely WANT to follow a path of thankfulness – because I also sincerely believe I am blessed beyond measure. I don’t need moments of perspective to remind me. When one does come along – and it does often in the community I get to work with (children and individuals with disabilities) – I’ll be the one moved to tears.

One of the reasons I love the disabled community – and let’s be clear, I view them as uniquely abled, in fact – is that they just DO things. They get out there and they try, fear and anxiety be damned. There are countless examples of individuals with disabilities (physical, neurodevelopmental, intellectual and so on) who persevere in spite of adversity.

I took one look at the image below and really had to check myself – the amount of time I spend worrying about whether or not I’m good at something, whether I will come across a certain way, whether I will appear this or that…is RIDICULOUS! 

@therafininnovation and @supportadaptivesports!

I’d love to learn archery. Too many passions with too little time aside, I know deep down that I’d give myself a hard time while learning. There’s no good reason for that, just a life-time hard-on-myself M.O.. What the hell kind of excuse is that?!?! A terribly poor one (or, frankly, not one at all.)

I am so very thankful for the opportunity to work with a community that I both hight respect, and am ever-motivated by. The inspiration is endless and I am constantly moved by the adaptive, positive spirit these individuals imbue. They remind me to get out of my brain, forget the “what-if”s, and appreciate all that I do have…especially during a stuck-in-my-emotions moment. And I have to say…I, you, we…have A LOT going for us. 

I don’t really like the word “limitations” – to me that word pertains only to what we impose on ourselves. The challenges of disabilities are NOT mind-imposed – they are real…but they are not “limitations.” These fine gentlemen are a beautiful example of just doing things differently. No excuses, a whole host of adaptations, and unwavering, can-do attitudes.

Having a moment of feeling like everything is against you, or you (four letter word) “can’t?” Look at the image again. Take a moment to appreciate what you are seeing because it goes far deeper than just physical.

It’s 1,000% awesomeness saying “I don’t have an excuse. You don’t need one either.”

 

Look On The Bright Side

Yes, I am one of those…  I am thankful to have a glass, forget whether there is something in it or not (because, it is a glass, and that’s a great deal more than most might have.)

I’m an uber-optimist.  I see the good in everything, beauty in unlikely places, and positive lessons even when faced with Life’s darker depths.  It’s gotten me into trouble on occasion, no doubt – I am also known to be a giver (and not the best receiver.)  Codependents might recognize the ring of that bell!

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But honestly…I’d rather air on the side of seeing the GOOD in things, and forgiving when “hate” implores it is my only option.  

I’m not blissfully unaware.  

Nor am I above having bad days, moody moments, fits of tears, or overall stress.  

Neither are my lenses completely “rosy” in the oblivious sense of the term – I do see rightly, and I will see both sides, for better and for worse…

But my focus?  My FOCUS is going to lean as positively as I can get it to because anger, negativity, hate, and frustration are toxic.  They injure ourselves as much as others – “holding onto poison,” as they say, isn’t so far from the truth.

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So even when I am having a rough day, or I’m disappointed in myself…  Even if something didn’t go “right”...I will do my best to remember I have a glass to begin with, and that’s quite a start, I’d say…  I also have a faucet, and it appears to be a limitless wellspring…how about that?

Blessed, and then some. 

h0les Lite Black, and A Beautiful Life

So I got a newsletter from Fab.com and this fancy pair of “goggles” (as my mother affectionately terms her glasses) was among the featured items.  They aren’t totally what I thought, but just the image alone made me smile…

h0les Lite Black look like MY kind of glasses…  (I’d look positively dreadful in THESE, mind you…(my go-tos are Oakley or Maui Jims)…but it’s what they APPEAR to be that struck me.  

They reminded me of the way I really do see the World…

My father calls me a “professional cheerer-upper” – frankly, I am thankful for that designation!  

I don’t see the World through rose-colored glasses, I see it in every color imaginable, and then some.  

I don’t see a glass half empty…EVER.  It’s always FULL (even if part is air…it’s technically FULL!)  

And when it comes right down to it, I’m thankful I have a glass at all.

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I know that there are times during which I need to be a little (or a lot) thicker skinned – and I’m working on it.  Being too forgiving can indeed be a detriment when in the wrong situation (such as abuse) – we do matter, and we have to take care of ourselves.

In this way, I recognize that not everything is peaches and cream – I’m one of those rather-hear-the-truth-than-a-lie, no matter how upsetting kind of people.  So there are times at which having that understanding is appropriate, if not also necessary for self-protection.

But on the whole, my default is that the World is beautiful – it is the song my blood sings as it courses through my veins, and the only one it’s known.  I was born that way.  It’s a magical Life, and I am thankful for it…and all the learning that comes my way.

So even though Life can be rough around the edges, I like to Live thankfully, and as cheerfully as I can.  

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I’m not a saccharine-sweet, sycophantic, rosy type…but I AM looking through some awfully beautiful lenses, quite authentically.  And personally…I really appreciate the view.