This position is uncomfortable and I prefer the other view. Deep Breath. I will get myself up- do the next right thing. Dogs to groomer, serve my boss, be present for the joy of preparing for my older son’s birthday party. It would be much easier to lay here indulging fantasy and regret. If I spend one minute thinking of those who might enjoy smugly eluding to their sympathy for me with each other, that is a minute wasted. Today, I am free to focus on love and kindness. I am free to be of service to someone in need. I am free to feel and share and heal my pain. I am free to be angry and to work through it, without denying it or trying to offload it onto anyone. I am free to resume this position at any time. Oh, goody.
PS-Sympathy is bullshit- for those who think they are better and unable to acknowledge or respect hard feelings. Empathy and Compassion are for BadAsses. I might tap into my anger to get me moving. Sadness feels paralyzing. Sometimes the adrenaline from anger promotes more productivity than 7 cups of coffee.
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