I’ve wrestled with writing this post for a few days now for fear that people will get the wrong idea, but I’ve decided to press forward to share some thoughts.
Plus, I don’t have any other ideas right now.
On Thanksgiving Day, my son gave me a card he made at school.
My husband and I had a good chuckle over the fact that he barely made the cut on the cover.
I opened the card to a list of things that Skippy is thankful for.
When I read the first thing on the list, I felt like I was punched in the stomach.
He typed that all by himself.
I asked him why he thought I hated my job and he responded, “Because of the way you talk about it.”
I spent a good chunk of our four day weekend thinking about what he said and I realized that I complain…a LOT. About everything. Real or perceived, chances are, I have had a negative opinion. Apparently, I’ve become so bitter that my son made the leap that his mother hates her job.
I knew I had been griping about a lot of things and I knew it was a problem, but I thought I had done a good job of shielding my kids from my negativity.
Well…the photo shows how well I did at that.
It’s not an easy thing to realize that you’ve become a bitter person. So now the question is….what do I do about it?
I’ll have to figure that one out.
Have you had to face something about yourself? How did you handle it?
How do you go from bitter to better?