Good morning! Some days inspiration comes easy, other mornings not-so-much. Some days there’s something obvious I NEED to go on and on about or my head will explode. Then there are days I’m grooving to a song I just can’t leave alone, bustin’ a move (and possibly a hip) and end up clotheslining myself…on an actual clothesline. Today is THAT day!
I apologize (sort of) for yesterday’s post. You see, all last week I was unable to get Twitter to actually LOAD on my computer. This week ain’t lookin’ so good either. Which makes me very sad (sort of) since I seem to have developed a slight habit. I’m just going to blame it all on a moderately addictive personality and move on. *grin*
As it happened, I spent the better part of yesterday wallowing in self-pity. I lounged on the couch making pouty boo-boo faces and whining about EVERYTHING! I woke up with a full-body-tooth-ache (Hey, it can happen!) and instead of using the pain meds, I was an idiot and opted instead to make the lives of myself and everyone unlucky enough to be trapped in the house with me less than pleasant.
Then I got a message from a woman I’m lucky enough to call “friend” whom I greatly admire, both her as a person and her writing. Her up-beat attitude and funny come-backs made the sides of my mouth do something REALLY strange…think the way the Grinch’s mouth started to curl-up the first time he tried to smile. (I probably looked like I was torn between releasing a REALLY LOUD belch and a liquid-y hiccup.)
Then I was part of a conversation with another friend who has been fighting for a diagnosis and FINALLY received one. The way her frustration had been morphed into determination and an iron-clad will to get the best treatment she possibly could, made me smile even bigger. (I was now heading toward jack Nicholson in “The Shinning.” Yeah, kinda creepy!)
This morning I woke up feeling pretty cool. At least until I a-tripped UP the stairs (again) b-fell over in the chicken yard (again) (twice) c- clotheslined myself on an actual clothesline and d- hit myself in the head with the bird-wrangling-stick while “expertly” (NOT!) twirling it like a baton. A STELLAR “only me” morning!
But it’s all good, because I was reminded of a rule I needed to make up for myself…if you feel pouty and icky, talk to a friend. Laugh with a friend. Watch a silly movie with a fat cup of hot cocoa. Whack yourself in the head with a bird-wrangling-stick. Something to help you remember that after you’re done feeling all cranky and whiny (because that is TOTALLY allowed!) Life will be waiting for you to catch-up, laugh, crack bad jokes, and keep going.
Oh yeah…and if a Doc was wise enough to prescribe them? Take the damn pain meds! *grin*
