It's Not About Me...

I keep telling myself that, because I'm afraid everything that goes wrong is related to something I did...which is ridiculous, but there you have it.

My friend's problem is NOT about me, even though it might keep him from visiting tonight and he won't explain a thing.
My brother's need for civilian clothes is NOT about me, even though I had to fill up on gas earlier than I planned and get dressed earlier, too, so I could deliver them to him at the Marine headquarters.
My dad's frustrations are NOT about me, even if they bring my mood down and I have to suffer with him.
My sister's being gone and glad to be just by herself is NOT about me, even though it seems she gets bothered by me a lot more than she used to.
My brother's being on-the-air and not able to take my call is NOT about me, even though it still felt like a rejection.
My sister's not calling in who knows how long is NOT about me, even though I miss talking to her...

There are solutions to these and other problems...
I can let my friend know I'm there for him if he needs me and pray that he solves his problem.
I can thank Jay for getting me off my butt and dressed and out into the world, even at the cost of almost thirty dollars in gas, since I needed it anyway.
I can lift my Dad up and not let his moods bring mine down, just by encouraging him.
I can give Ellen a little more space than I have been and be a little more understanding of her needs.
I can give Eric a call later and ask how the radio business is doing.
I can call Jessie myself.

In fact, I think that's what I'll do...
Right after work, though, because I have to run...

"It's Amazing" by Jem

'Patience, now, frustration in the air
And people who don't care
Well it's gonna get you down
And you'll fall
Yes you will hit a wall
Get back up on your feet
And you'll be stronger and smarter...'