Last night was pretty tragic. It may have involved bouts of
tears throughout the day, a much needed
massage, more tears, and a late night run to a local grocery store where I hit up the bakery for an entire box of
donuts. And alright, I confess, I also snagged myself a pretty bouquet of
roses too. I did all of this while rocking my
Rocky shirt – you know the hardcore boxer? Somehow wearing that shirt makes me feel a little kickass even when I’m really just being pathetic and hormonal. My point is I was what you could call a
hotmess, minus the hot. Don’t believe me? Lucky for me my good friend Cassie documented the outing.
So I can’t deny the evidence: I was not in top form. But gimme a break. We all have bad days from time to time, right? That’s life. Things go wrong, stress builds, tragedy falls, heartbreak strikes, the earth isn’t flat, your favorite turtle named Tootsie dies, whatever… Shiz happens that you wish didn’t. But it just does. And you’ve got to deal with it the best you can. And 360 days out of 365 you probably manage just fine. But here’s my policy: the other 5 days are for wallowing- downright, dirty, snot-faced, teary-eyed, guttural-screaming W-A-L-L-O-W-I-N-G. You get it all out of your system in a 24 hour period and then go back to normal and move on. It’s really quite effective. In my opinion, it’s totally appropriate to allot oneself a brief bereavement period to do such after a breakup, for example. So yesterday was my one day of wallowing. Check.
But then this morning I woke up and listened for the
birds outside my window. I looked at my beautiful
bouquet of flowers and smiled. I got up, I
showered, and I even put on my
makeup and squeezed myself into a
sassy pair of red skinny jeans. I ate
healthy oatmeal for breakfast instead of more donuts. And I listened to my
happy playlist at work. I am choosing to move forward with
hope. Because that’s what you have to do. You let the wallow out but then you forget about it, you let it all go. You can’t indulge the sadness for too long and get trapped in a downward spiral of despair. Yuck. You must wipe your face, come back to reality, put your big girl panties on, muster up courage from anywhere you can find it and
choose to be happy.
Remember to have hope.
To any of you who know what I’m talking about, who have had one of those days where you just want to lay around naked in bed with your head full of greasy hair buried beneath the pillow sobbing your eyes out forever because you just can’t imagine how life will ever go on… to you I say
onward, onward!
I feel great today. Let that serve as a beacon of light to any feeling a little lost. My method seems to work for me, although it may not be the right thing for everyone. I’m moving forward and making my own personal goals and plans and feeling proactive – which is always a good thing. One of my biggest goals that I’ll be working on this summer is to get back to a more regular fitness routine and to be more dedicated to my health and nutrition. I’m super excited to work on this one!
Have a great weekend my lovelies!
