I know that I complain a lot, especially about my work environment, but in the grand scheme of things, I should probably be more grateful than I present. In all honesty, I am grateful that the extent of my life problems are, for the most part, relegated to dumb stuff that takes place at work. Everything else in my life is actually pretty good.
As I peruse the various entries that prosebox has to offer on any given day, I see and read about the different challenges that tend to plague people in their own lives. Life can indeed be a struggle for some.
My life stress is never truly that bad.
Gaming continues to be a refuge for me and just as it has been for a good percentage of my life, it continues to be somewhere to where I can still run and seek comfort. As long as I have electricity, a TV that works, and an operational gaming console with software, I'm good.
Obviously, I am still able to find comfort in writing, whether it's writing in these online journals or even doing my writing for work. Writing, in general, keeps me placated and at times, even entertained. I like that I get paid to write, but clearly, the money does not motivate to write.
I don't typically have problems with getting to sleep at night. I can get to sleep naturally, without the use of sleep aids. I will admit that a few weeks ago, I struggled to get to sleep and stay asleep because the spinal stenosis in my left arm started acting up for the first time in just under six years. With the addition of a few new supplements added to my current medication regimen, I want to think that I've overcome the pain in that arm at least for the time being. Earlier this week, I had even gone so far as to change the pillow I had been using and that too has proven to be quite helpful in facilitating my getting to and remaining asleep through the night. With my unusual work schedule and my need to get to sleep earlier than most, I can't risk going too many nights with my sleep being compromised.
I'm not on any psychotropic medications and never have been. Sure, I take a slew of other medications as well as the aforementioned supplements, but for the most part, the nurse practitioner I saw last week says that for all intents and purposes, I am as healthy as I'm going to be. If I apply myself a bit further, I could be in a position where I just might be able to beat this type II diabetes by the end of the next year.
I drive an older model four-door Honda, which thankfully still runs like a dream and doesn't give me too many problems. It has some minor body damage and the paint on it definitely shows its age, but I'd sooner be driving something like this than have to shell out money on a car payment, especially with as ridiculous as car payments are in this day and age. Sure, my car could use some work (especially regarding an issue with the air bag perhaps - the red SRS light is on), but for the most part, it is reliable and it gets me to where I need to go and back. The last big thing I did to the car was put tires on it.
I am down to one living parent and as far as I can tell, he's doing wonderfully in his advanced age. He has moved on with his life after Mom's passing, retired years ago, receives two government pensions, and has since remarried. Dad is doing just fine. Mom has since passed on, but she remains very much alive in our hearts and minds. As far as I can gather, my three siblings are all doing well in their respective lives and are productive members of society in whatever way they see fit.
I'm still an introvert, though I continue to maintain a small circle of "connections", we'll say. Those who are a part of that circle continue to look out for me, even when I don't necessarily want them to or ask them to. I suppose these people serve as a form of safety net for me and I am grateful that they are there for me. I like to think that I'm self-sufficient and independent, but I suppose that I can never have too many eyes looking out for me or hands that are willing and able to catch me should I ever fall. I am grateful for this group and for the people within that group, for those who truly consider my well-being and are willing to check in on me to ensure that I'm doing as well as I say I am. I suppose they all know that I'm just a different kind of soul and that behind my idiosyncrasies and quirkiness, I tend to hide and mask a lot of what I'm truly feeling.
Life's been all right. I am grateful. I am.
I have no reason not to be.
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