Have you ever had a, “Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, guess I’ll go eat worms” sort of day?
I am realizing more and more, as I grow older, that my state of mind – and the peace in my mind – is my own responsibility.
If I’m feeling down, I think inside the box. Are my down feelings my own fault? Did somebody do me wrong or were they just being peevish? Is my negative response to a situation my own problem or the problem of the offending person?
We can’t always feel chipper and ‘up’ and happy. Sometimes just feeling ‘okay’ is enough.
I also, at this stage in life, choose to appreciate every day I wake up. It sure beats the alternative.
I get ticked at people trying to manipulate me or my feelings, I get ticked if I’m feeling ignored, I get ticked if I’m not the central social butterfly I think I should be.
Oh, to hell with all that.
What I love most – spending time with the grandkids. But I can’t shove myself down their throats and be there every waking moment. I also love spending time with besties in Minot. Again, can’t be with them all the time.
I have to make my own way, make my own happiness, find joy is having my alone time, and be able to enjoy a day of reading and relaxing.
I can eat pizza for breakfast and eat breakfast for dinner and don’t have to explain that to anyone. That rocks!
I can walk out my front door on my way to anywhere and not have to explain that to anyone. Again – it rocks.
You married people are lucky – if you are happily married.
But us single peeps are lucky, too. Our time is our own selfish time. We wear pajamas all day and rarely shave our legs (too much information?). We don’t have to worry about our monster breath in the morning. We don’t have to worry about your laundry or your mess in the kitchen or bathroom. We worry only about ourselves.
So, come eat worms with me, will ya?