I am currently turning into one of those people that only talk about their work. But I guess when you go into at 3pm only to leave at 8pm…only to come back at midnight and spend the night there, there is nothing else to talk about. I currently have no life outside of my work.
Anyway, with all my time spent lately working with children with behavioral disorders, I have become increasingly thankful of the life I am blessed with. Obviously I am thankful that I live in a nice home, with wonderful family and friends, but I am also thankful of several other things.
Everyday, when I go into work, I walk into a war zone, with children erupting over the smallest of things, like not being able to play their game boy, or not being able to go to the gym at the exact moment that they would like. Instead of waiting patiently, or even impatiently, the children that I work with will most likely erupt into a violent tailspin, not being able to handle the “no,” or the “in 10 minutes” that they have just received.
I pride myself on being mindful of the moments in my life, and not taking much for granted. I try to let things roll off my back, knowing that I am the only one that can control my own emotions, making myself happy, or sad, when I decide to. Today I realized that having the peace of mind to be able to do this, is something that I may take for granted. Because I grew up in a household that was calm, and the only chaos I was exposed to was self inflicted by myself, and my childhood disposition, I learned to be mindful.
I am forever thankful for this. Some of these kids never had a chance, their stories some of the most disturbing that I’ve ever heard. So, instead of dreading coming into work everyday, which is very easy to do with the chaotic nature of the work, I am beginning to realize that I should see it a small blessing. A reminder of everything that I have been blessed with, big or small, tangible or intangible, and a challenge, to impart some of knowledge that I have learned on the kids that I work with.
