If you think it you'll bring it!

So tonight's post will be jumping from one topic to another, but I have some wonderful things to say tonight.  First off I just have to brag about what an awesome husband I have.  Here's the back story.  There is a group of women that I hang out with on a semi-regular basis.  I guess actually if I hung out with some of them more often my husband would be accused of polygamy ( not that he'd really be all that against it).  Sorry got lost in the daze of having more than one mommy in the house ( it would be so nice - I think every wife should have a wife... without the whole sexual side of things playing in at all).  I digress, anyway, I was invited to play a certain die game to fill in for a person who shall remain nameless. 

I have been wanting to go to this group for about six months... ever since I got a life back.  So, tonight was my big chance.   I got a call at 5:10 asking if I could sub at 6.  I was on board right away.  I so wanted to do this.  I had a fleeting thought though about the fact that I really should call my husband.  I would be leaving about 2 hours before he'd be home and I wasn't really sure what he'd be walking into as of yet since I had no idea who'd be watching our 3 children at this late date.  I called and asked if he'd mind and ultimately what he said was,  "I know you really want to go (I've been very vocal, shall we say, about the fact that I've wanted to go to the monthly shin-dig) so if you can find a sitter at this hour I'll pick up wherever when I get home."  This is a man who loves me and gets me.  He knows I'm a people person, he knows I'm a happy camper after hanging with my friends, he knows my day goes well when I get to get out of the house for a bit.  

So, in my old life there would be a fight every time I even thought about doing something like this.  It would occur even if the invite was weeks away.  I would have to endure the huffs and sighs and questions until the night of and then it would be a blow up when I got home.  I always knew what I would be walking into and so I'd brace myself for it.  I'd go over the scene a few times in my head to prepare and think ahead of time what I was going to say.  I've never been very fast on my feet when I'm under attack.  I learned long ago that it helps me to go over all the scenarios. 

Anyway, tonight on my 4 minute drive home I found myself doing this same thing... preparing for the fight I felt was coming.  This was a strange feeling.  It's been eons since I've done this.  While I was driving I literally felt like I was sitting next to myself in the passenger seat saying, "Hey you, if you think it's going to be a fight when you get home, it will be.  If you walk in the door with a different thought and attitude it will turn out differently."  Now mind you this is a totally different guy.  My hubby is truly loving, wants what's best for me and for our family.  My ex was not quite this way.  

When I walked in the door I new I was going in with a different attitude and when I met my husband with a smile, paused and looked him in the eye and said, "I got to brag about you tonight!"  He smiled back and said, "Cool, did you have a good time?"  You know what, I had one of the best girls nights out I've ever had.  Thanks ladies if any of you read this.

On another thought, I read something tonight that totally blew my socks off.  There was a question on the Yahoo home page that read something to the effect of, "Do you have Generalized Anxiety Disorder?"  Now, before you read any further I have dealt with Depression and depression most all of my adult life.  Typically I do enough for myself that I don't have to rely on meds, though there have been some times in my life when they have been helpful.  So, please don't anyone post and say I have no idea what I'm talking about.  Beyond that, I'm not discounting that people feel anxiety, what I'm finding real problem with is the medical community feeling the need to come up with yet another pigeon hole to put people in.  Some days I feel like I'm going to be flipping through the DSM and I'm going to find LHS (Left Handed Syndrome). 

Again please don't get me wrong here.  I know people deal with anxiety every day some people have to deal with it in excruciating ways.  I guess though that I'm think pretty soon all the things that were once normal, or seen even as quirks are soon going to be labeled as wrong or a syndrome or a disorder.  It just frustrates me.  Again, I guess I go back to what you think about you bring about.  How could things change for these people if they were just given one positive thing to focus on each day?  I think if people focused on the positive more than the negative that it would make dealing with the negative more bearable.  I know it did for me.

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