I read so many posts on facebook about people complaining about the little things, followed by "fml". For those who don't know what that means, it is "f**k my life". Sorry, I apologize for the language, I don't like reading blogs with it, but it has been irritating me for a long time. So this is my vent.
Even before my accident, I didn't like reading posts with that. But even more so in the last 12 weeks, it really irks me (I love any chance to use the word "irks"). I admit, I may post a complaint here and there, but I never even think "fml". It is very sad to me that so many people think that small problems are so big. I understand that there are some days where I may feel down and defeated. But things really are not that bad.
My kids may drive me crazy and get on my last nerve on a day that I woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
My car may break down (been there, done that -- plenty of times).
A car cut me off today.
I got in a fight with my husband.
I got a bad haircut trying to save a few bucks.
I was in a motorcycle accident with my husband and still can't walk 12 weeks later, much less take care of my kids.
My 4 year old potty trained son is having regressions and has PTSD as a result of our accident.
It's not the end of the world. Life goes on.
When I traveled to Nigeria in 2003, everyone told me to expect culture shock when I got there. I did experience it, but not until returning home. On that trip, I witnessed children running around naked because they had no clothes, yet they still had joy on their face! I witnessed women caring for orphans (who lost their parents to illness or war) who genuinely loved what they did, despite the poor living conditions (no electricity and a hole in the floor for a "toilet"). I witnessed people singing and dancing down the aisle at church to joyfully give their offering, even if they couldn't "afford" it. I experienced the "potholes" in the roads (that spanned the width of the road and were just as deep).
Then I came home to America, where more is never enough. Where we complain about the tiniest bump in the road. Where we complain about a dirty restroom at the mall. Where we complain about not being able to afford the newest phone/tv/video game/_insert gadget here_. Where we are jealous of our friend's new designer handbag or shoes. Where we complain about a 5 minute power loss from a storm.
I'm not saying this to be "holier than thou", or to make you think I'm perfect by any means. I'm not. I do complain about these things (though I complain about potholes a lot less!). But I also know there's no point in thinking my life is horrible because of the little things that go wrong. Or even the big things. Use a little perspective and you will realize that even the big things may one day look small. Or that your big troubles in life are nothing compared to a friend's or neighbor's. Or that stranger you passed by in the store, the one who has to choose between diapers and food because they can't afford both.
Instead of saying "fml", why not just be thankful for all of the little good things in your life? You might realize there's a lot more good than bad. And even if there's not, be thankful. Always.