Tonight I am reminded of one of my favorite quotes by Mother Theresa:
"I know G-d will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much."
That's pretty much been the theme in our house this past week or so. I try to count my blessings and maintain perspective, but sometimes that is easier said than done. Everything is fine here, just feeling like I have so many balls up in the air that it's only a matter of time before one drops. Sam came down with a terrible case of hand foot mouth disease last week and of course I then got sick and missed a day and half of work which I haven't done in a very long time. Between reg reform on Capitol Hill and my firm's client Cablevision buying Bresnan Communications last week, Brad and I are having the craziest weeks ever at work and are both working past midnight every night.
The lease on our townhouse is up very soon and we're in discussions with our tenants in hopes that they will re-sign for another 6 months so we won't have to worry about it. They've rented the townhouse for the past 18 months and we LOVE them! Our house is a disaster and my to do list is out of control. And of course, the dog started limping while I walked her tonight - no idea when or who will take her to the vet to figure out what's going on. On my way home from work tonight, a member of my synagogue asked me if I would serve on an advisory board for the synagogue - which of course I said yes to. I think I have "sucker" written across my forehead.
But, I'm reminded of all the wonderful things in my life and try to maintain perspective. All I need to do is look outside my window and perspective painfully smacks me in the face.
My neighbor was killed in Afghanistan last week. Ben was only 25, his 26th birthday was this week. His friends went out to dinner to celebrate his birthday and life. Ben joined the military in August and this was his first tour...and he came home in a casket to Dover Air Force Base. Our street is lined with yellow ribbons and has a looming sense of loss. I have felt so helpless and I know I have to do something to help his family through this terrible tragedy...so in my "free" I have organized many people in our neighborhood to contribute money so we can buy meals for his family from a local Korean market/restaurant. Ben is Korean and his family only eats Korean food (which is very hard to make, especially when I don't even know what it's supposed to taste like).
So, as I procrastinate from my work and yearn for my bed, I realize that in spite of everything, I can handle it all and more. As I rocked with Sam tonight, we sang our evening prayers, and our nightly "things we are thankful for," I remember how rich my life really is and treasure every moment of it. No parent should ever have to experience the living nightmare that Ben's parents are going through right now.
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