The point of my life right now is not that things are awful, or that they should change.
The point is that they are what they are, and I can choose to do with them whatever I want to do with it all.
Life is challenging. No kidding.
But it would be a whole lot more challenging, if I had no tools to deal with it, or if I didn’t use it for something else.
People tell me all the time to do less. Take care of myself first. Make sure I’m not over-extending myself.
That’s not going to make a difference in the world. That’s not going to make a difference in my life. And it’s certainly not going to make me stronger.
“Don’t wish things were easier. Wish you were better.”
That’s my mantra, these days.
Complaining solves nothing. Absolutely nothing. It might make me feel a little better in the short term, but long-term, it undermines me and paints the wrong picture.
I’m autistic. Everything is more difficult for me.
So what else is new? It’s been this way my entire life.
But the seeds of the solution are embedded in the problem, and my job is to dig deeper and find what else is there to move me past this.
If things aren’t working out the way they are, it’s up to me to find a different way. Waiting around for someone else to tend to my needs (heck, to even notice that I have needs) is a losing proposition. I don’t have that kind of time. I have things to do, things to learn.
I can do whatever I want to do with this really difficult time.
Whatever I want.
And I’d rather do something constructive. So, maybe I vent a little bit. But ultimately, it’s so important to actually make use of the lessons that have come embedded in this experience.
That’s worth the world to me.