I’ve always been the glass is half empty kinda girl. Which is probably why I don’t get as much blog traffic as I imagine I should. Who wants to listen to Debbie Downner all day? I guess since I am usually her, I generally don’t. Or maybe it is how you look at it . . . .and I just always see the dim side of life for whatever reason
Anyways, I read a lot of blogs. And a lot of the bloggers out there have been having terrible times ranging from a bad cold to financial trouble to medical conditions that aren’t so fun to have to deal with. And I’m here whinging about my “sad, pathetic life,” most of which has been brought on by one person, me. No one else forced bad food into my mouth or turned off the alarm or didn’t check their bank balance (while in my defense I also didn’t burgle my own apartment, let’s be fair)
The difference between them and me is how they see it and how they DEAL with it. I just do not know how to cope. Period. Full stop. I never see the good in the bad. I always think EVERYTHING is a bloody crisis. And I keep reading . . . .and it dawns on me that none of them spend a month in bed sick, carrying on about how they are dying and are never going to get better, not doing anything about it, not dealing with everyday life, not following up with their responsibilities. None of them stopped working out or wanting to work out. They still pushed on and perservered and found strength in their trials.
Why didn’t I do that?
Me? No, I just dialed in for take out and ate brownies and not good for me foods and layed around and moaned and whined like it was going out of style.
It’s the same tune I’ve been singing my whole life, I just don’t know how to change the melody. How do you start over again and make sure this time is a success? How do you stop negative thoughts? How do you not eat the brownie? How do you not whine and complain to the only person in your life that you can talk to every day? (not that I don’t talk to more than one person, and not that I don’t have other friends, I just mean literally, I have one person here in Glasgow I know (again my own fault)) How do you get up out of bed when the alarm goes off when there is no real reason to bother?
How do you get up and start living the life you were meant to have?
*please forgive today’s maudlin tone. It’s the 12th.*