I was out of alignment yesterday. It was much too easy for me to get off in the weeds and pissed off about something, and much too hard for me to get back.
So I texted Saintseester last night from Aaron’s soccer practice (which began 10 minutes late, ended 20 minutes late, and occurred in a brisk cold wind with occasional drizzle—not that I am complaining). I figured, what are friends for if not to dilute your misery?
She blew a bunch of sunshine up my ass about positive energy and making the best of things and hope springing eternal. (Actually, she didn’t, and thank God for that. If ‘seester ever goes all Pollyanna on me, I’ll immediately suspect she’s been possessed, which will be really something, as I don’t believe in such.)
Anyway, slept reasonably well, and it’s a new day. I’ll make it a good one. If it’s to be, it’s up to me! See me smiling? Heh.
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Ya know, I tried the Pollyanna thing once or twice. It never caught on 1) because no one who knew me believed it, 2) the damn twittering birds had to be shot, and 3) then the God-awful feather mess had to be cleaned up and that put me in a pissy mood for days.
So.
Eh, we all have our days. Suck it up, rub some dirt on it, etc. That’s about as sunshiney as I get myself.
You should have him playing baseball. We are smart enough to come in out of the rain.