July 4, 2015: Three Good Things

For the past week, I’ve been sharing three good things about myself rather than three good things about my day. Before I get into my final list of three, I want to take a minute to say just how difficult this exercise has been. I’m not necessarily chalking that up to my mental illnesses, since a lot of people have problems writing their own objective résumé or CV. There’s a reason there are thousands of professional résumé writers in the United States alone.

All totaled, including today’s list, I’ve shared 21 things that I think are positives about myself. Some of them have been pretty obvious. Others only made the list after a struggle to be not only objective about myself but not repeat concepts. Today’s list was going to state “I’m a very caring person” until I went back and saw that I covered that idea with “having the biggest heart of anyone I know” on Sunday. For the last three days I’ve had the list up in a separate tab for reference, just to make sure there’s no repetition.

This has been an eye opening experience, and it’s something that I recommend you try, if only in private for yourself. It’s a great exercise and especially good to go back and see that you’ve been able to identify over 20 positive things about yourself when you’re having a rough time of things. While I’m not going to call anyone out, mostly because I have no clue who I’d challenge to this writing exercise, I do challenge you to try it yourself. If you blog about it, let me know in the comments so I can come cheer you on through the week that you choose.

And now for the list.

1. I’m becoming more and more health conscious as I grow older. My declining health is a big motivator behind that, but it’s becoming easier and easier to eat healthier. In the last three years, I’ve completely eliminated non-diet soda and almost completely eliminated even the diet stuff; started drinking more than my daily allotment of water; stopped adding salt to foods; started looking forward to exercise, and consider every day I don’t work out a missed opportunity; changed my diet drastically; become much more conscientious of my sleep schedule; and become considerably more aware of health issues I have and decidedly more willing to get problems looked at by the doctors. I’m actually enjoying the healthier lifestyle far more than I thought I would and wish I’d done this years ago.

2. I’m becoming more accepting of my shortcomings. Five years ago, I would have fought tooth and nail against being on disability, convinced that I had to work to find any self-worth at all. I still struggle with this sometimes, in my irrational moments, but on a “normal” day I’m very aware that I’m doing the best that I can with what I have and that I can and should be proud of the many small steps I’m making every day to get better.

3. I saved the best for last. I am in one of the healthiest marriages of anyone that I know. Many of our friends look up to us as an example of a happy marriage, even knowing the struggles that we experience and the fights that we have when our symptoms win out over rational thought. We don’t have what anyone would consider a “traditional” marriage, by any stretch of the imagination. Our gender roles are almost completely reversed – I’m more happy doing housework and cooking, she’s much more capable with power tools and working on a car. But we work well together and have the added benefits of truly being one another’s best friend. There’s no one on the planet I’d rather spend time with, rather laugh with, rather cry with, rather plan for the future with, rather grow old with. My wife is the light of my life and my reason for living. I cannot imagine my life without her. She inspires me on a daily basis and makes me want to be the better person she deserves. I fall deeper and deeper in love with her every day, The best part? She feels the same about me. We’re looking forward to being that old couple in their eighties walking hand in hand through the park while joggers run around us. And then fistbumping one another for making the damned whippersnappers have to dodge.

More than there are stars, babydoll, and until they all go out.

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