Tuesday, August 31, 2010
For some reason (I blame PMS) I was incredibly cranky yesterday. I wrote this bitter post about stress and being stressed out and losing weight due to stress and the bitter stress zit forming in the corner of my mouth and how much everything sucks. Then, I realized it was dumb and I deleted the entire thing and posted nothing in its place. Some small semblence of this post was waiting for me this morning, which I again deleted.
Don't you love it when you somehow have a remaining shred of clear thinking left when you're being totally crazy and obnoxious? I do. I'm not sure where the shred was, but there was a shred. Realistically, it wasn't anything a long run, glass of red wine and my husband's awesome pork/turkey/beef burgers (super greasy and super delicious) couldn't handle. Oh, and going to bed by 10:00 p.m. That helped, too.
The thing is, sometimes it feels like the sky is falling because one thing that seems stressful and awful ruins the party for everything else. Sort of like the proverbial turd in the punch bowl. The rest of the punch, hypothetically speaking, is fine except for the floater--which is not fine. Not fine at all.
We can't expect life to always be perfect and for all the planets in our personal solar system to orbit in harmony around the sun. Or, whatever planets orbit around in our personal solar system. I just made that up, so I'm not sure what my planets orbit around other than my head or my behind. Either way works for me.
What I'm really trying to say is this: sometimes, time does heal all wounds. Sometimes we just need a moment to simmer before declaring that the sky is falling. Other times, we need to remember that what we imagine to be the worst thing ever really wouldn't be the worst thing ever. It might be a blessing in disguise; an opportunity to do something we were too scared to do before. When we sit around waiting for the sky to fall, we forget about doing what we are supposed to be doing: simply living.
"You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop and look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.' You must do the thing you think you cannot do." -Eleanor Roosevelt
Posted by Emily at 8:10 AM