Breaking News: Bad Things Happen
|February 7, 2013||Posted by Presley under Life|
This has been a really shitty week. Today I hit my breaking point.
Normally I wouldn’t be blowing up your personal internet space with that type of language, but sometimes it’s necessary. “Bad”, “crappy”, or “sucky” just don’t have the same effect. I really wanted to say that it’s been a F—-ING SHITTY week. You fill in the blanks.
I’ve always had the ability to shake things off. I can’t stay mad at people. I get over things quickly.
This week, though, this anger and resentment is too heavy. I’m pissed. So pissed.
I know that I have to let it go. I know this and yet I can’t do it. Well, that’s not entirely true. I’m going to do it, because I have to or I’ll be miserable forever. It’s just going to take me longer than usual.
I wish I could get into specifics, but there are things that are happening in my life right now that have me questioning everything. I’m questioning the good in others. I’m questioning my worth. I’m questioning my purpose. The fact that a few people and events have me this upset only further upsets me. It’s such a vicious cycle.
To top it off, my baby is the sickest he’s ever been. Snotty nose, terrible cough, the works. It adds to the frustration. It’s just another thing I can’t magically fix and wish away.
I’m trying to keep it in perspective. I’m trying to remember that I have an amazing family, a warm home, a beautiful son, my health, and so much more.
Bad things happen. People will screw you over. You can’t fix everything.
However, the good outweighs the bad. There is so much more goodness in the world than there is wickedness. You just choose which parts you see. Right now, I’m spending entirely too much time focusing on the bad things and the things I can’t control. I’m wasting time that I could be spending being grateful for the positive things.
Am I still pissed off? You betcha. But tomorrow is a new day.
I think Eleanor forgot to add: “…and coffee.”
Thank you, thank you, thank you for letting me vent. It’s so strange how much lighter I feel after I type it all out, even though I didn’t share many details. No freaking wonder diaries and journals exist. Blogging is like journaling’s more attractive cousin… I actually get feedback. I love y’all. I really do.
Oh, and let’s all just let out a collective hell yeah for tomorrow being Friday.