On a day when I’m feeling sorry for myself (for perhaps a ridiculous reason, though maybe I’m justified), I hear horrible news about someone’s personal tragedy.
And how can I complain?
But I still feel pretty gloomy so I eat cookies.
And then I feel worse because . . . well, cookies make you fat.
Circling around makes me dizzy, but unfortunately does not make me any less fat.
(And then I think who cares if you’re fat . . . at least _____________________ [insert super awful occurrence] didn’t happen to you. You should be happy!)
But thinking that doesn’t actually work very well. Reverse self-pity fails again.
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I completely understand. Its such a human thing, especially in the midst of so much upheaval and stressors.
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Hi Melodee,
I have followed you for a few years, but only written once. I too am married to a minister. Thank you for your courage for sharing your feelings and to live with four (right?) children apart from your hubby. You may laugh, but when I need to feel normalcy I read your blog. It has been a tough year for me healthwise (no I won’t burden you) and you bring a smile to my face and for that I am most thankful. Thank you again for sharing. I wish the very best for you and your family as you ultimately sell your house and become a united family once more.
By the way, in all that you do for your family it is easy to assess you as the central figure and see your strength. But, even the strong can become weary. As hard as it may be – remember to take some time for yourself. It will all be there tomorrow. Take care, Diane
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I forgot to add…My husband writes a blog which I so enjoy. The url: http://markhmiller.wordpress.com/. Hope you enjoy. Diane
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