It's the little things that count

I have been extremely busy at work. To the extend that I have to keep reminding myself of my favorite Helen Keller: "I am only one; but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something. I will not refuse to do the something I can do."
I have applied this little verse to so many areas of my life. Right now it's helpful in stopping me from standing - back against the wall - terror stricken by the growing amount of work on my desk. Somewhere between being employed in 2007 to the current time I have managed to move from screwdriver yielding techie to project managing "your on your own". I'm not quite sure how that happened. I'm not quite sure I'm all that happy with it.
I saved a little brain dead task for today. Just to remind me where I came from. How much pleasure and peace there is in completing simple, yet important tasks. How to do even the mundane well. I seem to have forgotten that every little thing counts. I have become so swamped that I hardly sit back and still take pride in what I do. Plus I am sick of all the unavoidable paperwork.
 
Perhaps being offered a job with one of my suppliers had something to do with getting me to regroup. I have always secretly wondered what it would be like to work at this particular company. Tonight I am going to find out. So perhaps some serious moves in the near future.

On the home front there is calm and co-operation. Feeling-wise I'm still on one day at a time. Thanking God constantly for small favours and appreciating the things that do go right. I am praying very hard for my husbands recovery. When he is sober it's always so encouraging and uplifting to see the person he is when he is sober. He really is a wonderful man. It's hard to reconcile the man I live with now with what he becomes when he's drinking. I am hopeful I suppose that this time it will last. Alas, no guarantees.

I am still sober. Strangely it has posed very little challenge - so far - this time. I was forced into severe mental and emotional research with my current situation and got a firm hold of myself again. I will not behave unacceptably nor will I accept unacceptable behavior from others. There are some things you just cannot change. I've started knitting again and I am building a 1000 piece puzzle. It's strange how these little hobbies keep me calm an patient. I have to keep reminding myself that Rome wasn't built in a day.

And my daughter is so so much happier.

Small favors, big impacts. Thank you God.

Below a little piece that got me through the week:

Being A Contender

Today I am a contender. Whatever the outcome of this race, I have shown that I have what it takes to be a winner. No matter what happens around me, I will use the noise, the chaos, the tension to spur me on into greater aspects of myself. Neck and neck for me is just a barometer of what's out there, triggering in me the excitement for movement, for risking and reaching. Today I will experience the vitality that issues from the one, the energy that is living, the wonders of the race. I am here and it is enough. It's good to be alive. It's good to be a contender.

I am already a winner.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never seek to know for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee.
John Donne