The only thing you get from sitting on the pity pot
is a ring around your butt and nobody to show it to.
~Anonymous
I've been toying with the idea of a "get off the pity pot" candle. This would be the perfect quote for it!
Amazing how suddenly my brain can start telling me lies, convincing me in a heartbeat: I'm alone. I don't belong. I'm fucked. Thankfully, emotional pain often leads me to doing exactly what I most need to do -- which tonight was to call girlfriends in Seattle. Left S.O.S. messages with some and reached the one I was meant to reach . . . who made me laugh, loved me, soaked up my love and told me what I needed to hear. Best of all I connected . . . and was able to continue connecting the rest of the evening. I'm not alone. I do belong. I'm not fucked.
Taking the right action -- especially when I don't want to -- saves my ass yet again.
Three truths I need to keep learning ('cuz I keep forgetting):
- Feelings are not facts
- Don't believe everything you think
- Don't believe everything you believe
Exciting day tomorrow -- Bryon and Lucy arrive, and zena moon's new workerbees start their first day of work! :)
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