A bunch of things have been going on that have tested my resolve to be a positive person and I've been on a slow descent into that big lake called self-pity... (oooh, I so love the drama!!) What I didn't realise was that little spill I took on my way to work Tuesday was not just me getting gravel palm when hitting the cement, or me getting my pants wet when when falling in the puddle - it was me submerging myself into Self-Pity lake....(and yes, it does deserve capital letters)
It didn't help that it was my birthday yesterday and I'm another year older. The phrase 'I've fallen and I can't get up' did actually flash in my brain. As I nursed my sore ankle and badly bruised pride on the remaining walk to work, I started to wonder if this was a sign of what was ahead of me, with more injuries waiting.. At work, my cubicle neighbours and I mused about the potential that no one would notice me not showing up for days and unbeknownst to anyone, I could have fallen at home, broken my neck and was slowly being eaten by my cat. I got them to promised to tell someone if they didn't see me for a number of days.
I mulled and sulked for the next 24 hours. I even grumpily sulked that my only birthday plan was to go to my cousins house to eat with her toddlers.... When my next-door cubicle neighbour asked me what my birthday plans were, I mumbled and grumbled about what I was doing and his reply?
"Well, at least it's better than going home alone to sit with your cat."
That actually made me laugh out loud. Although, I'm not sure he's right, it did help me snap out of my funk. It helped aid the return of my good humour and as of today, I've officially left funky town.
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