You know how it is when you create something and you think it’s the most fabulous, wonderful thing ever and you’re absolutely sure everyone in the world will call you a genius for thinking of it, but you wait and wait before you offer it to the world because you were born with self-doubt and in that time you start to wonder if it was really that great to begin with because you’ve grown so bored with the idea by now, and then you think to yourself that it’s not old to the rest of the world so they’ll love it and you put it out there and you get squat of a response?
And then you go to work and someone asks you to do something that’s not in your job description and it’s also something on record with your employer that you should not ever have to do but you do it anyway because you don’t want to pitch a stink for fear of getting fired six months from retirement?
After that your incredibly smart phone decides to be the most moronic thing ever and can’t decide what to do even though you give it very specific instructions because it’s the equivalent of petrified dinosaur excrement so just shuts down entirely?
Yeah, I think I should be the one to shut down entirely. It’s going to be one of those weeks.
Auntie B's Wax 
Deep, deep breaths.
Yes, yes, they help. Thanks for the reminder!
Oh, poor Sara! But this made me laugh out loud over my coffee this morning….that’s some darn good writing about your foibles! Thanks, Sara!
I’m happy to accept your pity, Cindy, and I’m glad I’m not too much of a downer with my downer days. Sometimes you have to laugh about it just to get through. I’m glad to hear your days are getting brighter too. I hope that keeps up for you. I’ll be thinking of you next week when I’m on the Great Lake Michigan!
Oh, Sara! If it helps any, we’ve all been there. In my darkest days, I used to tell myself things like, “At least I’m not blind,” or “At least I’m able to go to the bathroom by myself.” Trust me, all things change. This will pass and things will get better!
You’re right! You just wrote a post on that very thing. I’m really glad I can go to the bathroom by myself; however, I wonder what my positive thought will be when I can’t. At least I’m not dead?
My troubles are small, I know. They’re annoyances that can be tolerated and overcome. Thanks for your support, and for writing blog posts that pick me up no matter how badly my day is going.
When (and IF) you ever get to the point you can’t go to the bathroom on your own, I guess you can be grateful that you have a bathroom for someone to help you to… 😐 Trust me, I have had A LOT of practice thinking about this stuff. My days of feeling sorry for myself were long and bleak. ❤
The power of positive thinking, right? I’ll look to you for strength and comfort in my times of need. It sounds like you have attitude adjustment perfected!
Well, most days… 😉
Wait a minute – I don’t remember squatting a response to any of your ideas! 🙂
Hang in there – it could be plenty worse – you could be me! Dad tried to check out of his assisted living place today but they wouldn’t let him and he almost called the police! Thankfully he called me first!
There, now don’t you feel a little better?
I saw you squatting! I’m going to talk to you personally about this adventure you’re having with your dad. Cripes. I wonky cell phone is nothing compared to your situation!
C’mon Sara at least its summer over there. Think of the positives and make art my friend.
Yeah! It’s summer, finally. The grass is green, the flowers are blooming and fresh air is blowing through the window screens like, well, a breath of fresh air.
I know my life is good in the big picture. It’s the small frames of the big picture that hang me up sometimes. If this week doesn’t get any better I know next week will. I’ll be on vacation!
Yay a vacation sounds perfect.