Lately I’ve been complaining about a lot of things.

Mainly about NOT wanting to bartend on the weekends. I’ve been getting used to having  weekends to myself and spending time with Tyler (which he LOVES).

Yesterday evening, we had training at the new location where I’ll be working, Chynna, and all I kept thinking about was how I could make more money without having to bartend.

Towards the end of the training, I needed to use the restroom so I walked over to the lady’s room. I noticed there were no toilet paper so I walked over to the employee restroom to grab a roll to find Martin cleaning the toilet bowl.

Right at that moment, I felt guilty for not being appreciative of the opportunities that were given to me.

It reminded me of the time when I FIRST bartended. It took me years to finally get the courage to work in the industry. After years of my hubby telling me to start, I mustered up enough strength to put myself in a situation where people would look down on me.

I was embarrassed and ashamed to be working in these establishments. I was on a high horse and thought of myself to be worth more than a person in the service industry.

I don’t know why I get the same feeling every time I take a break from bartending and start again.

After my first few weeks of working as a bartender, I didn’t feel the same as I did when I started.

I was actually humbled and it felt rewarding to be able to take control of my situation and sacrifice fun for responsibility.

I enjoyed playing working. It felt like I was getting paid to play.

I had forgotten about how much fun it could be. It could also be because I despise starting anything new. Not that bartending would be new, but it would be a new location.

I’m thankful for the jobs that I’m able to do because there are many people in the world who have worse jobs than I, and I need to get off my high horse and just do it.

I think this can apply to other aspects of my life as well, sometimes we don’t realize the little things that we have at our disposable and take advantage of the people or things that we take for granted.

The first step to it all is awareness.