Friday, October 19, 2012
"Oh, well, I can't complain to you"
I choose to challenge myself on a near daily basis. I love pushing myself to the breaking point. I need it. It's how I function, thrive, maintain my sanity, tame my energy, feel productive, support my pride, enjoy my life. This is me. I expect no one else to do or feel the same. As a child, I did puzzles. All sorts of puzzles, jigsaw, word search, crossword, logic. I took these types of things to school with me, so that the motor in my mind could just go, and go, and go. I swam before and after school, for 11 years, to work off my near limitless energy. I remember reading for hours in my bed, yet still being the first to wake up, every morning as a youngster.
I don't judge you for working 3 twelve hour shifts in a row and feeling beat down and exhausted. It just so happens, my limit is more like 16 twelve hour shifts before I feel broke. But, if I have to wait even 20 minutes in line at the DMV, or anywhere for that matter, I am nearly in tears, and pissed off for the rest of the day. I have abandoned carts with groceries totaling well into the 100's just because of line length. I can't do it, just can't. We all have different limits. My loves and hates differ from yours. Who am I to find your complaint invalid? Unsupported? I feel for you, I really do. There is nothing worse than feeling helpless, or like things aren't going your way. We all have those moments. And though it may not be something that would have affected me in the same way, I know the feeling of defeat, disappointment, or unfulfilled expectations.