If you follow me on Twitter, you may or may not have read my tweets about my particularly sucky weekend. In the interest of making a long story real short, I lost my wedding band at the gym, our car stalled in the grocery store parking lot in 1000 degree Texas heat, and I had to get a high priced ass rental for a few days. Cue meltdown from me on Saturday, and general stankness on my part all day on Sunday. I was naturally QUITE upset about losing my wedding band because it held a lot of sentimental value for me and it wasn’t a cheap piece of jewelry.
We had the money to fix the car and I have since ordered a replacement band but on Sunday, in the midst of my stankness about the whole situation my husband gave me a real good talking to. I was mad about my ring and mad about the money we had to spend to get the car fixed (it was the starter). Hell I was just MAD on GP. I HATE having to hit our savings account. I mean I hate it. Having that cushion is security to me, even though that is the purpose of having an emergency fund. I know that sounds ridiculous but hey, it is what it is, I’m weird like that.
While Myron was giving me my suck it up and get your mind right talking to (which I needed), he made a very salient point which I have thought about this week. He was like, “Babe, you really haven’t had to struggle have you?”. Pause. After I thought about it for a second, I replied that I really haven’t had to. He said in response: “This little hiccup isn’t anything. I’ve been in way worse situations than this.” And of course, he was right (but I don’t always like to admit it). This bump in the road called life was minor in the grand scheme of things and we had the funds to cover it. And I have been blessed to have been raised to where I didn’t have to struggle for things in life. But it did make me question myself a bit. For a lot of people, the struggle IS real. For real, for real. Folks are struggling to escape bad environments or bad relationships or trying to better themselves, sometimes with no support at all.
So I have my husband to thank for helping me to keep things in perspective because my life could be a whole lot worser. And life can turn on a dime. If it does, I need to get my weight up to be able to handle it.
Anyone had to struggle to get where you are now, for real?
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