Yesterday I did several loads of laundry and made my bed. It feels nice to have a bed made. I actually never think of making a bed, or cleaning at all, really, as something necessary for my daily survival. In fact, I think it's a waste of time. Normally, I don't even sleep on sheets, just this down fluffy thing. Of course you should use sheets and of course you should wash them. Personally, I don't have the energy to do all the things you "should" do in life, so I have to cut corners in many areas. But yesterday I made my bed. And tonight it's nice to lie on smooth, clean sheets.
Let's see, what else am I grateful for? In an Alanon meeting the other night a woman sitting next to me said, "If you can't be grateful for what you have, be grateful for what you don't have." This was a statement that was important for me to hear. As many mental health issues and physical health issues that I've had in my life, I've never had an addiction to drugs or alcohol, and for that I am very lucky. Alcoholism, when it runs in your family, can be hard to avoid. I am grateful I don't face that demon that others face, as I know the far-reaching effects it has, not only on the person with the problem, but on everyone around him/her. I know that it must be as hard to beat as anorexia was for me, and in that sense I do understand the supremely difficult challenge that recovery is.
Speaking of anorexia, yes, I'm very grateful that ed is not part of my life anymore. I have been reading bits and pieces of a book called Gaining, which is about "life after eating disorders", and it contains some interesting ideas on how people who get eating disorders share obsessive personality traits. Since I definitely have obsessive compulsive issues to some degree, that connection has always made sense to me. The book sort of claims that the tendency to develop an eating disorder is more genetic than culturally influenced. I disagree there. I think the tendency to develop a problem of some sort is genetic. I think the fact that it becomes self-starvation is totally cultural, because women are only valued for how thin they are in our society, it seems, and the onslaught of media images of women who are bony and sickly, well that is cultural, and not genetic. But, I digress. I am grateful, right now, that anorexia is no longer a part of my life. And, I'm grateful that I don't think I need to look like Kate Moss, nor do I want to look like her, and rather than emulate society's ridiculous standards of beauty, I am a feminist who uses the knowledge of oppression of women to combat such societal ills. Therefore, I have power, whereas, I used to think I had no power over the eating disorder or the cause of it.
One more thing: my cat Ribbit has been sick lately. Today I found out what is wrong, and it's nothing too serious. He will need medication, but he should be fine. And I'm grateful for that because I adore my cats; they're like my children, and Ribbit never leaves my side when I'm home.
I'm also grateful to possess hope. I would not be alive without hope. Throughout all difficulties, I cling to hope. I know that things will improve. I know that I will make it through the decisions that need to be made and the scary things in the future. I have hope. That doesn't mean I'm not anxious or depressed. It just means I'm coping.
So, I just wanted to share these positive things with you. I've written many posts here full of descriptions of my problems and issues that plague me, but those issues and problems do not define me. I am, like everyone, a complex person, and sometimes I get through the muck with my soul intact and I feel content.
The title of this post comes from the album by Jack Johnson with that title.