Being Oblivious

I try to walk through this world making as little waves as possible. I have always put others happiness before my own. So when someone I care about told me they hold resentments towards me, let me tell you it shook me to my core. I was rendered speechless. How do you deal with that? What did I do? How do I fix it? Can I even fix it? I’m sitting here wondering what I’d done to form resentment and I can only come up with my kids. I’ve been told I’m a helicopter mom. I put their needs before my own. I am too lenient with them. I don’t push them enough and maybe their right. One kid has survived cancer and let me tell you watching your child go through that when all I wanted to do was to be able to take that away from him so he wasn’t in pain, weak, sick, struggling…it changes you. It makes you paranoid over the second child and what could happen to him. Maybe I have let them get away with more than I should have and protecting them has always come first. I need to get past that I suppose. I know even I feel I’ve let my youngest get away with not growing up for lack of a better word. Maybe it will bite me in the ass when I am pushing him more, which I am doing. But, never, never did I think it would cause someone to resent me. How does one handle being told that?! I feel I am naive in all this. I feel like a bloody idiot.

It is now I realize I need to find a therapist to speak with. I can’t deal with everything on my own and that my mental health needs to come first. I feel like I have years worth of issues I need to deal with. Taking that first step is the hardest and scariest.

“A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step” – Dao De Jing

Wishes…

So, I have this wish board. I read about it a while back, about putting out to the universe what you want and need and if your intentions are good, things would happen. I figured, what the hell and decided to make one up. It’s comprised of pictures of things that I want in my life…things I wish for.  Over the years the items have changed when surprisingly they come to fruition. A few of the pictures I had taken down in a fashion of giving up on it. Oddly, they came about shortly after. Believe it or not a picture of Nathan Fillian was on the board and when I took it down, a couple months later I met him at NYC Comic Con.  That was pretty cool.

I have been down a bit lately, still in my hermit phase after all the treatments and such (Yay, he’s cancer free!!) so I decided to do a little updating to my board.  My biggest thing I really want is a job change. My therapist says I am in a toxic environment at my place of business and that the owner is verbally abusive.  He isn’t there very often but when he does, if business is slow, he can be unpleasant to say the least. He never speaks badly when the other staff is around but if it is just he and I in the room, there are insults, snide and derogatory remarks and threats of job loss. I have looked for other positions but at the same time, the couple places I interviewed at aren’t willing to be obliging of the dr visits I still have to take my son to for his post treatment check ups.  So the couple places I interviewed at have not called back or sent notification that they position was given to another interviewee.  It’s causing major stress and disagreements within the family and with my spouse especially. Its hard to not take the owners remarks to heart and to let them roll off of me. I have never been able to do that. i was not built that way.  I’m weary and tired. My dream is to have a job where my crafts bring in an income to compare to where i work.  Or to have some type of work from home position that will do that as well.  I wouldn’t mind being a stay at home Mom again either or have the position to work from home.

The things on my wish board are obvious and don’t need explaining, but it’s a look into what I want in life. Goals. Dreams. Wishes.   Hell, my dream to visit Italy is coming true in October thanks to a wonderful sister in law. (love you Gia!) I am still in shock over that one..delightful shock.

Well, scouts time.

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