"I'm trying" is something I keep saying to myself. I have never been one of those believers in the power of positive thinking. I believe we have an entire array of emotions for a reason. Striving to be happy all the time is a lesson in futility and a waste of energy. Now that doesn't mean to mire yourself in despair. Sometimes you gotta just be in a funk and go with it. So I've been in a funk lately, "I'm trying".
Work has been insane, we lost a key member of our team and sometimes being the strongest link isn't the easiest place to be. Despite my short temper, red face and eye twitching from elevated blood pressure, "I'm trying".
My impatience with Emilio's employment situation is no longer hidden, it can no longer remain unearthed to fester in my mind only. It's come out and I cannot let it back in. "I'm trying"
I was lied to by the President of Norstar, our condo developer. My mild obsession with making their lives as uncomfortable as they made mine may not be the right thing to do, but doing nothing is not an option, "I'm trying"
Working out has become more about stress control than looking and feeling better. I resent this. "I'm trying"
Katie has her millionth ear infection and every time I hear that painful squishing sound my heart breaks, but I am powerless to stop them from happening. "I'm trying"
I hate looking at the budget on the fridge, but it's a necessary and I avoided it way too long. I am 41 and worked hard my whole life, I should be able to do anything I want and buy anything I want. I am not materialistic or a spend thrift, yet still resent this, why is that? "I'm trying"
I am trying to be patient and understanding. I sometimes fail but more often succeed. This funk too shall pass.