I am Humbled....

Originally posted Sept. 07

Ok. Ok. So, as of late I have been a little, shall we say, self absorbed? I have been feeling very whoa-is-me. Have you not noticed? You have really missed out. The world does NOT, in fact, revolve around me, and I have noticed. I am a faithful person, and I really believe God is trying to tell me to shut the f@$ up! (No swearing in the same sentence as the word God. I am pretty sure it says that in the Bible.)
Let me elaborate. My 28th birthday was really hard for me. I can't explain it. I don't know why the number 28 has shaken me so. I can only say that (giving myself some benefit here) perhaps the high levels of stress in my life AND the concurrent 28th birthday have done a great weather-system-like collision creating a ginormous storm of emotion for me. A crisis, if you will. But, alas, I have been humbled.
It began shortly after I posted my first blog. I was looking through a blog belonging to a friend of mine, and the headline "Thankful Thursday" screams at me from amongst all the others. With all of the injustices and unfairnesses that come with being a mother, wife, etc... she uses this one day to list the things that remind her why she doesn't fight for a better system. She is a working mother with five of her own children and one child in her care. Point taken.
Then, another friend of mine, listening so intently to my ranting and self-pity (no, it didn't stop at blogging. It leaked into several of my conversations) pointed out to me that my life at 18 *sigh* wasn't really that great. Because with all of the worry-less days came shallowness. And a void now occupied by my bright son. Alright, I am sensing a theme here.
Then, just today came the final blow. Remember when I said that my very bright boy was also a very picky boy? And that my job of feeding him was really hard because he "eats 6 things in the entire world and it is left up to you to come up with 365 different ways of serving the 6 things, so that the bright boy does not get bored"? And nobody could possibly understand? Someone does. I read an article about a little boy who is allergic to EVERYTHING and can only eat 6 things! Seriously! The article even said this poor boy was very "bored" with his limited menu! Ok, I get it now.
Thank you Mister Obvious. So, my life isn't SOOOO bad. I get to wake up in the morning. I DO own a home and a little piece of the pie. I can shower because I have water and I am able-bodied so I can work to pay for it. I have money in my checking account, more than $13. And I have a husband, who thinks I am cute wearing only tinted moisturizer and mascara. I have a very bright son, whose crazy antics really are the spice of my life.
Alright, alright, I'll stop. But, I am not promising that 38 will be any better.