(My photo of some street art stickers)
I am feeling sad. I am feeling empty. I am feeling hopeless.
I’m going to write about 3 things that I’m grateful for. I have no idea if it will actually help me feel any better, when people tell me to “count my blessings” I just count to three in my mind to keep from punching them in the throat. But no one told me to do this. It’s an experiment. If you think it’s really stupid, you can just go read any number of other posts, or other blogs for that matter. I am not guaranteeing it’ll be entertaining in any way.
I might be very alone & lonely in Portland but I’ve got a handful of very wonderful friends. They might be living far away but I talk on the phone & video chat with them. Sometimes I laugh my ass off. Sometimes I’m wicked depressed and a friend is there to listen and remind me that I’ll be ok. That I am loved. Sometimes I’m the one who listens, reminds them they’ll be ok, that they are loved, try to make them laugh or be there when they cry.
I lucked out at a very terrible time shortly after moving to Portland and found a tiny little dollhouse of an attic apartment. I can afford it, sometimes barely, and it’s all mine, no roommates. It’s ridiculously small but cozy and cute. It’s in a great neighborhood.
work I love
My work situation has its issues but I have great clients and I love what I do. I need more clients but 2 years ago I was scrambling and doing all kinds of random jobs and had a debilitating injury from one of those jobs that’s only now mostly healed. It was brutal and I thought it would never get better. But it has, even if I have a long way to go. I’m so grateful to be able to do work I love.
I have come really far from where I was 2 or 3 years ago. But when I look at where that is it’s not easy to feel good about it, to not be ashamed that this is an accomplishment. I’m getting by instead of just barely scraping by. But I can say I pulled myself up after having the rug pulled out from under me in a soul crushing way. I was frighteningly and deeply depressed, beyond my baseline level of depressed, for a over a year and I am still alive.
Can you be grateful and dissatisfied at the same time?