That'd be a HUGE sigh of relief, from me. The show is over, the kids were GREAT, and it even turns out that one of my students is the granddaughter of a woman I used to take Pilates with (and even taught Pilates to)! Small, small world.
Both kids are back in school. At least for this week.
I have a couple of days off here and there over the next couple of weeks.
My mom is in town, so I have an automatic babysitter. And we're having a "Doctor Who" marathon so she can catch up before the Christmas special.
I am also PMS-ing (still!!!!!), eating way too much, and worrying about finances.
But the other day was an interesting day. I learned a lot of things. I won't go into elaborate detail here, because, well, that'd be BO-RING (trust me!), but between my therapy session and a show on PBS, I learned a lot about perspective.
For example, I'm sure it comes as no surprise that I'm a highly-sensitive individual. For a looooooooooong time I tried to take the advice of many and "stop being so sensitive!"
You can imagine how well THAT has worked.
So I've decided to look at the positives:
I am quite empathetic.
I can see many sides of an issue, and find myself interested in different points of view.
Animals and small children love me!
Friends know that if they need to talk, I will lend a sympathetic ear.
I can see beyond political/social beliefs to the human being underneath. Eventually.
I don't like offending people. This is good, because I don't like seeing people hurt, and I REALLY hate being the cause of that hurt! This may be a negative in some eyes, but it's quite positive for me.
Because I am accepting my hyper-sensitivity, I can stop bottling my feelings, defining myself by what others think of me, and can recognize the vulnerability beneath their bluster. I can care about them even when they don't give a fig about me, and that doesn't make me weak. Quite the opposite.
I am realizing that I am HARDLY the only hyper-sensitive person on the planet! There are MILLIONS of us! (Maybe we can start a movement!)
I am realizing the meaning of unconditional love. Not that I've mastered it (except where my family is concerned), but I know that it DOES exist.
I feel closer to G-d. I am His creature, after all.
I recognize how deeply flawed we humans are, and also how magnificent we are. Yay us!
I feel the right to my emotions and thoughts. My overly-active self-censor is getting weaker. Which is good. It must be quite tired after all these years, and it's time to retire.
I am the way I am. That doesn't mean there isn't work to be done, or that things can change, but I am through trying to be someone completely different. I will never be fearless, ruthlessly efficient, a risk-taker, the center of attention at parties, or naturally skinny.
And that is A-OK with me!!!!!!!