My point is that my first world life is amazing. I have fears and worries. Some unfounded, some ingrained deep within and some that are gone as fast as they come. I would love to make a bit more money and pay off my student loans pronto. I want to travel and live in a bigger city. I would love to have a partner to share my life with. And if the fates allow kids. If they don't allow, there are plenty of other kids for me to love.
I have spent a lot of the last two weeks gathering my wits. Learning to find the courage to be happy with the many blessing I have instead of participating in the relentless pursuit of perfection and ambition. I am learning to take chances I might not have before and leave myself open to life.
Most importantly, I am taking a several minutes a day to put it all into perspective. I am trying to figure out ways to share the blessings I have with people who have less. Because lord knows I have an excess of material things that mean very little to me at the end of the day.
My first world problems are just that. I feel so very blessed and thankful that my worries in the grand scheme of things are small and that my life is filled when love when I take a moment to look up and see it.
This is a timely post for me. I'm reading a book about the abuses that women face in developing countries around the world: horrible brutality, slavery, rape, violence, and cruelty that just makes me cringe. It makes me sad that people can be so inhumane to each other. It puts images in my head that I don't want, and here I am with my comfortable first world problems, not even able to deal with imagining horrors that people live through every day.
ReplyDeleteTim: It does put life in perspective. Sometimes uncomfortably so. I don't think that remembering you have first world problems means that you don't have problems, it is more putting things into perspective and being happy with lives we lead.
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