Today was one of those...
Today was one of those days when I didn’t feel well--inside or out.
Yesterday, after arriving home and while removing groceries from the car I my head on the garage door while walking onto the garage. It hadn’t lifted all the way and for some strange reason I didn’t see it. That strange reason was that I was in a hurry.
I’m always in a hurry. As a wife, and mother to 3, time is in short supply for me.
Add to that that I’m a published author, painter and psychotherapist—well let’s just say, “It gets crazy.”
I woke up this morning to a dull headache, despite the two 8 hr Tylenol I took. That was probably due to having stayed up—past midnight—to watch the movie, Onegin, based on Pushkin’s book, Evgenii Onegin.
All this took place after working for hours on my computer. As a writer I’m always writing—that is when I’m not picking up children, helping with homework, counseling them on peer issues—and then there’s cooking, washing clothes—you name it I’m doing it. And let’s not forget I still have my book that I’m working hard along with my publisher to publicized and market.
It’s a lot.
I was tired when sitting down to write this blog despite having slept until 2pm.
My husband was glad that he can provide a life wherein I can do it.
I still don’t feel I’ve done enough.
There’s so much to do.
I had no ideas on what to write.
They headache is still with me.
Oh, and let me add, I’m observing Ramadan.
And then I thought of this prayer—for accepting our humanity.
I had read it three nights ago when assisting my 9th grader with their religion assignment.
My heart warmed while re-typing it.
I’ve listed it below.
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Prayer for Accepting Our Humanity
I am a person like no one else in
the world.
I am the people I have met.
I am the mistakes I have made
and the wisdom I have gained
I am the lessons I have learned
and the good ones I have given.
I am the good times in my life
and the bad ones too.
I am the emotions I have felt
And the thoughts I have
thought.
God I am the life I have lived.
Although it’s not a perfect one,
understand that I’m doing the best
I can
With what you have given me.
Because all that I have to work
with…is me.
(Tom Moore
Dreams Alive, p. 24
and
The Catholic Faith Handbook
For Youth, p. 52)