“Perspective is everything when you are experiencing the challenges of life.“~Joni Eareckson Tada
Facebook is great for reminding me of how I viewed things in the past. My habit of almost daily postings of gratitude make it easy to check back on important days to see how I was feeling or what I was thinking.
Two years ago on this date I wrote the following:
- Thankful today (August 17, 2016) for the perspective that time allows. It’s been a weird day. I spent a lot of it trying to figure out what was wrong with me. I had a vague notion that I was forgetting something important. I set off the smoke alarm at work, for crying out loud. In my defense, we have a four-slice toaster, and I needed 9 slices of toast, so the oven seemed like a good idea at the time.
Ah, the oven… For 25 years of my adult life, I baked my husband a German chocolate cake for his birthday. For the final 3 or 4, I even made the homemade frosting with coconut, pecans and condensed milk. It’s a pain, but it’s so much better than the canned version, and worth the extra work.
Wait, I only made 24 cakes because he left in late July. I already had the cake mix and everything for the frosting though. I sent it to his sister so she could make the birthday cake for him.
The perspective comes here. By leaving, he freed me from the life I thought I’d have.
I wouldn’t have gone to Washington to learn about nature and have all sorts of interesting adventures in the Anake Program and the Tracking Intensive at Wilderness Awareness School. I wouldn’t have learned to track wildlife or make herbal remedies. I’d have missed meeting some of the best friends I’ve ever had, and I wouldn’t be sitting in Idaho today thinking how lucky I am.
I am pleased to find that I can honestly say that I hope someone baked him a German chocolate cake today. And I’m not especially proud to say that I hope the frosting was canned.
Two years later, I’m still in Idaho. I still love it here.
The daycare closed a week ago, and everything is changing again.
I just started a new job, and I’m optimistic that things will work out – again. Because things change. All the time. My perspective must keep changing, too. I’m a work in progress.
I still hope the frosting was from a can.