Have you ever had a week where it just seems like no matter what you do, no matter how positive you have tried to be, it just isn’t good enough?
Yea, I’ve had a week like that before.
I don’t know if it was the events of this week with the Hurricane, the realization that back-to-school is just around the corner and I still have things to get done, or just me being plain old tired. Whatever it was, this week was the week I broke.
I managed to hang on until Friday. When Friday rolled around, I was counting down to the seconds before I could leave work and go H-O-M-E. I tried not to think about the fact I was coming back from a holiday to work – especially when so many were talking about their long weekend. No, I was just living for right then and there.
When I got home, I showered, took the dog out, checked in with my parents (they were taking my kids for the weekend, one last hurrah before school starts) and climbed into bed. I had made up my mind that I was going to throw myself a party the next day. The weather was going to be perfect (rainy, cold), and I didn’t have a single thing to do that I couldn’t put off until Sunday.
If you have never thrown yourself a Pity Party, I recommend it. I’m not talking a Pity Vacation where you spend days or weeks there. No, I am speaking of a party. Just something for a few hours (or all day) because of sometimes- you need to feel what you’re feeling. Let the emotions flow, acknowledge them, rest, and recharge.
Saturday rolled around, and the weather did not disappoint. It was cold, dreary, dark. I managed to get out of bed around 10 am and walk through my apartment and shut the blinds. Nothing says HAPPY even on a rainy day than light. I’m thankful my unit backs up to trees, so it’s pretty easy to set the mood for a rainy day. I brushed my teeth and climbed back into bed.
Unfortunately, I’m not into many “new” shows these days. I tried Game of Thrones, I couldn’t get into it. (Yea, yea, I know!) So I opted to go with a classic, all the emotions show- Sex and the City. *GASP* Yes, that show is pretty vulgar in some areas, but there is just something about those group of women. Each of them I can relate to in some form or another. Now, I’d like to say I watched the entire series start to finish but, it was more like the show was on and thankfully, HBO GO doesn’t believe in, “Are you still watching?” (Yes, I’m looking at you, Netflix!). I napped, played Restaurant Dash on my phone, and napped some more. Somewhere around 7 pm, I decided to cook up some pasta because that is my favorite food and it’s my party, so I’m going to eat what I want to eat, diet or no diet.
9 pm rolled around, and it was time to pack up. I tidied up some clutter, took a shower and got into new pajamas, brushed my teeth, started the dishwasher, took the dog out, and climbed back into bed. But not like before. Before, I crawled in trying to escape the world.
Now, I am trying to conquer it.
So I would like to invite you to your own party. One where you can relax even if it is just for an hour, and feel the feelings you feel, digest what ever battle you are fighting. Turn off the computer, and GO.
I said GO! I will be here when you get back. And when you do get back, send me a message on what it is you are going to conquer now. Let me know your game plan. I promise not to tell, only to cheer you on.
I look forward to hearing from you.