I’m not sure how to write this without being an ass. But it’s a very real possibility that I am an ass, in which case that only seems fair.
I’ve always said, and I’m sure I stole it from somewhere (although I can’t remember where) that the true measure of a person’s character is not how they behave on the best day of their life. Anyone can be kind, friendly, generous and just all round lovely when they’re having a good day. It’s how you treat people when you are at rock bottom and having a truly awful time that says what kind of person you really are. I don’t always do so well by my own standard. And because of this, I still think it’s very true.
And similar to someone else I’ve had an attack of the green eyed monster of late. Whether it be over a kitchen (how I long for proper wooden cabinetry) or a cool job or a writing project or whatever. As I commented over on Sarah’s blog – this is not new and it’s pretty human to feel that way. Usually I’m pretty good at ignoring this kinds of inane thoughts that pass in and out of the transiem of my mind. And that’s what’s been a little bit different lately – not so great at ignoring that what should be ignored. Which doesn’t say too much about my character, really.
It’s not so much about feeling ungrateful because I have mixed feelings about that. It’s about work ethic. That’s my attitude to life. If you want something, you work for it. Period. I don’t allow for luck or good fortune because those things aren’t nearly as reliable as hard work.
If my self maligned character has any chance of surviving I’ll have to start working harder for what I want instead of vaguely hoping that someone might just hand it to me.
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