I had to giggle when I saw this meme, created by Theresa Byrne, another contributor to The Good Men Project, since it was sucked right out of my spinning mind. Many’s the time I have petulantly pouted about the way life events were unfolding. I have stomped and stormed, raved and raged (internally) and kicked up an ‘it’s not fair’ fuss. Got me nowhere. Didn’t change the events. What it did do was expel energy, that could propel me to inspired action. There have been times when I have attempted to enlist others in my rants. It is part of my test of the emergency sanity system, asking “Am I totally off my rocker and have my lost marbles rolled under the sofa?” It’s then that they help me back up onto the chair and assist me in retrieving the elusive orbs.
These days, I give myself permission to throw occasional pity parties. I don’t stay very long when I realize I am the only guest there. Mine include some of the above; definitely chocolate which is my drug of choice, (being a teetotaler, my ‘wine’ translates instead to ‘whine’), huddling under the covers with a good book, writing my way clear through the morass and muck. In gratidudinosity mode when I consider that writing is a huge healing balm at times that I’m not sure where else to put the feelings of failure that occasionally arise and the gremlins of not enough-ness that come to call.
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