A Trying Few Weeks

It's safe to say that in the last few weeks, I've been struggling with the whole concept of "bee-ing" positive, hence my lack of blog posts.  I was having a hard time faking it and if I created a post, well, I was feeling fraud-like.  After all, the whole reason I started this blog was to reinforce the power of positive thinking, and if I was feeling down and frustrated, and the farthest thing from bee-positive, well, it's safe to say it was a challenge.

But today, I decided to rise to the challenge and forgive myself for being, umm, human.

Let's face it, everything is not going to go the way we want it to.  There's going to be struggles.  There's going to be moments of sheer aggrivation when we throw our hands in the air and yell, "I give up!!" (Or in my case, "Serenity NOW!!!" - thank you George Costanza.)  Every day, and every moment of every day is not going to be perfect.  So instead of getting mad and STAYING mad about it, because, honestly, what good is that really going to do except close yourself off to the possibility that maybe, just maybe everything doesn't suck as bad as you're imagining it to be - embrace it.

That's right, I said embrace it.  And no, it's not always going to be easy, and you're not always going to want to embrace it, especially in those down-low, extra-sucky moments.  So allow yourself to have the moment, and then hug it, wrap it up, put a bow on it, and then blow it a kiss goodbye.  I can almost guarantee that the more time we spend focusing on the negative, we're going to miss the good in the middle.  And if we miss the good, what fun is that?

So yeah, it was a crap-tastic few weeks.  I could go through a laundry list of all of the things I'm frustrated/upset/annoyed/etc. about and complain about it in full details for those of you that care to read this blog.  Will it make me feel better? Maybe. Will it change anything? No.  I can't un-break my finger.  I can't bring my beloved kitty Thea back from the dead. I can't heal my mom's pancreatitis.  I can't make my 5 year old listen, especially by yelling.  Add croup to the 2 year old. And let's not forget a bed-ridden stomach bug. The list is longer, but you get my point.  There's that serenity prayer (ha, there's that word again) that says something like "G-d, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference."

Here I am, repeating those words, and realizing the difference. Do you hear me universe? Realizing it. Just took me a while to get there. Silly human.