Today’s post was supposed to be full of energy and hilarity. Unfortunately, I awoke with neither. In fact, I have been grousing around the house feeling tired, put out, and overburdened. ‘Tis true – even I, MMM, have moments of feeling sorry for myself. So sorry to disappoint.
Yes, I know better. Yes, I know that opposition brings experience. Yes, I know we are here to climb mountains. Yes, I know I signed up for this.
But once in a while, I find myself having a little pity-party – like today. When I get in this mode, I start thinking about “fairness” and “what I “deserve” and other completely erroneous arguments to justify my funk. I do know better, but sometimes that isn’t enough.
I was flipping through my email, and come across a comment sent in by one of my illustrious readers that said:
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Thank You! Finally somebody else who understands that once in awhile we all have our own pity parties. Yes we pick ourselves up and keep going but we are allowed to feel crappy once in awhile.
Loved this, just want you to know. The end made me laugh out loud.
JWW
I’m famous! I’m famous! Thanks for the nod MMM. Glad my inspiration inspired you too!
P.S. The fact that you spelled my name correctly ranks you as spelling genius.
–Monique
Nan, good stuff! In fact, I am stealing and sharing your sister’s quote.
I also agree with Grandma Honey.
Thanks for sharing, MMM.
When we see that someone we admire has some of the same struggles we do, we don’t feel so bad about ourselves and gain hope to go on.
That’s what I love about you MMM. You are so real. Even if you don’t tell us who you are. 🙂
And thanks for the poem. I’m going to copy and paste it into my journal right now.
My sister said something that has stuck with me.
“Happiness in life is not always succeeding. It’s not letting failure get you down. (Although the occasional pity party along the way doesn’t hurt as long as you keep it short and keep the chocolate consumption in moderation.)”
I have a smart sister.
Forgot to add that I let myself have a pity party on occasion. Not one that I take out my frustrations on others or that I pig out galore. When we were probably within a week or two of closing on a home that we so badly wanted, we found out my husband was going to lose his job. I had my pity party. Honestly, it sucked. But after a day, it was time to change what I could about our current house instead of worrying about what I couldn’t control.