Thank you… and Thank you.
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Isn’t it funny how we (ok, maybe not everyone, but I know of a few of us who do) beat ourselves up and sometimes don’t even realize we are doing it?
Take yesterday for instance, you can’t imagine how much I appreciate everyone who commented and wrote me. It was humbling and very, very wonderful. Yet, I made an excuse for having a less than happy blog post. As if, somehow, I didn’t have the right to my discontent or less-than-happy moment.
Then I have a very dear friend that I absolutely adore as a sister (and seeing as I no longer really have a sister, it’s wonderful to feel that way about someone else, I’ve missed it) who I’ve watched beat herself up for the last week over something she has every right to feel and no right at all to abuse or punish herself over.
It’s wonderful to say that you choose to be happy. It’s wonderful when you can actually do it as well. But, we’d be abusing ourselves to say that we always need to be happy, perfect, and content.
Content is a word that has been volleyed around quite a bit lately. I don’t see happy and content as being synonomous. I think you can be content but not happy, I think you can be happy and not content. And, I don’t think there is anything wrong with either. Unless you are one or the other and not pleased either way. Then, I suggest you do something about it.
I think that there is humor to be found in every situation. No matter how futile, depressing, or horrible it is. In fact, dark humor is one of my favorite types of humor.
Funny, in fact, is sitting on your bed, fresh out of the shower, expecting the cassanova version of your husband to come sauntering through your bedroom door any moment to have his way with you… funny is still sitting there 30 minutes later, watching the Oscars and hearing the intro to “Rock and Roll” by Led Zeppelin floating through the floor from the garage below, realizing that husband is having more fun man-handling his bass guitar.
It has a certain element of humor to it.
Even more funny is 11pm when husband finally crawls into bed looking for love in all the wrong places. *insert evil vicious laugh*
That’s when you realize that a meat tenderizer wasn’t even necessary (that is my way of letting Joe know it is safe to come out of hiding) nor was an entire cake, but several sugar-free chocolates were called for.
We have a right to our feelings whether they are Disney-feelings, Playboy-feelings, or FridayThe13th-feelings, it’s the actions that follow those feelings that we are held accountable for. More importantly, it’s cool to vent those feelings every once in a while without feeling like a soul-sucking pig about it.
So, thanks for letting me have my less-than-happy moment.
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February 27th, 2007
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Posted in: Personally, Stupid Husband Tricks
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