After the midlife crisis, I am now entering the enlightened period where I realised how blessed I am - and I love my life.
Just imagine:
1. I have a wondeful daughter who loves to hug me, is happy to see me...She is my joy. Seeing her happy makes me happy.
2. I have a beautiful and gentle husband who is so eager to please me and make me happy.
3. I have my dream job - a job that fits my restless soul. I get to interview different kinds of people and experience happenings and trends and write about them. And as the culture editor, I get to choose to do what I want to write about. Or ask others to do something I want to them to write about, and how. I like having that control...
4. And I love this job also because I have the world's best boss. She listens to my complaints and worries. She forgives when I do wrong. She encourages me in my search for creative solutions and praises me for the smallest things I do. She is not just an editor-in-chief, but indeed a true leader. And she has given me this position, despite the fact that I am a foreigner who does not completely speak perfect Swedish. She entrusts me with the culture pages and freelancers, allows me to creatively experiment and develop. She trusts me. And I will do my best not to fail her.
God, I am sorry for the days when I complain. For in reality, I lack nothing. I have arms and legs, and a good mind, and a good body, I have lots of friends, a wonderful family, warm colleagues, a job title that I love, a modern condo near a mall (which is exactly why we bought it, and there will be two of them!).
Right now, we have no sicknesses, no natural calamities to face...so why in the world should I complain?
I am ashamed for the "midage crisis" I went through. But I guess it was a phase that I had to go through to realise that I have it well in life, but that I should not be complacent. I should work hard to be better than what I am now. A better mom, a better wife, a better journalist, a better sister/daughter/cousin/friend...A better person.
But in this realisation, let me not be selfish towards others. Let me be sensitive to others' needs...
Lord, thank you.
Just imagine:
1. I have a wondeful daughter who loves to hug me, is happy to see me...She is my joy. Seeing her happy makes me happy.
2. I have a beautiful and gentle husband who is so eager to please me and make me happy.
3. I have my dream job - a job that fits my restless soul. I get to interview different kinds of people and experience happenings and trends and write about them. And as the culture editor, I get to choose to do what I want to write about. Or ask others to do something I want to them to write about, and how. I like having that control...
4. And I love this job also because I have the world's best boss. She listens to my complaints and worries. She forgives when I do wrong. She encourages me in my search for creative solutions and praises me for the smallest things I do. She is not just an editor-in-chief, but indeed a true leader. And she has given me this position, despite the fact that I am a foreigner who does not completely speak perfect Swedish. She entrusts me with the culture pages and freelancers, allows me to creatively experiment and develop. She trusts me. And I will do my best not to fail her.
God, I am sorry for the days when I complain. For in reality, I lack nothing. I have arms and legs, and a good mind, and a good body, I have lots of friends, a wonderful family, warm colleagues, a job title that I love, a modern condo near a mall (which is exactly why we bought it, and there will be two of them!).
Right now, we have no sicknesses, no natural calamities to face...so why in the world should I complain?
I am ashamed for the "midage crisis" I went through. But I guess it was a phase that I had to go through to realise that I have it well in life, but that I should not be complacent. I should work hard to be better than what I am now. A better mom, a better wife, a better journalist, a better sister/daughter/cousin/friend...A better person.
But in this realisation, let me not be selfish towards others. Let me be sensitive to others' needs...
Lord, thank you.
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