This being my blog, you read about my experiences, my thoughts and reactions. All told, of course, from my point of view.
But, I’m not as nice as I’ve led you to believe.
I can give great report of my patience and love for my family and friends. I can offer my advice to pray, meditate, be kind.
But I’m not always able to live up to it.
Sometimes I feel downright dis-compassionate. Often I lack the patience a situation deserves. I frequently don’t pay attention to the people around me. And I get snappy when my head hurts too much.
Today someone was venting to me about her migraines. She’s missed some work and doesn’t want to be reprimanded for it.
But her attitude seemed like so much drama, and her problems seemed over exaggerated. I wanted to vent right back at her about my issues. Mercifully I was able to hold my tongue. I told her work policy and that’s it. When I should have been able to be supportive or at least share some advice, I was unable to do so. I felt no compassion for her. Just frustration.
I can’t really know how migraine has affected her life. It’s not a contest of who has suffered more. But there’s this attitude in my workplace that if you want the freedom to miss work whenever you like, just say you have migraines. People don’t treat it like it’s an illness, but rather an excuse.
I feel badly about it now. I hope another opportunity will present itself and I can make up for my failings.
I just wanted you to know, I don’t really have it all together…
I just act like it.