Go, Me

Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Things have been pretty grim at the Big Yellow House for the last three months. First we had to put our beloved Boogie to sleep, then my Hot Mom's back injury became critical, and then it was just one fucking thing after another - one of the Jeeps wouldn't start, the hot water heater cratered, my travel schedule became very hectic, I couldn't sleep worth a damn, blah, blah, blah, on and on in a seemingly endless litany of despair.

So it really came as no surprise when my trip to Orlando this week included food poisoning and a death in the Smart Man's family. It just figured.

But honestly, I'm tired of hearing myself complain - it feels like a bad country-western song around here, and it's boring as shit. And the fact of the matter is, regardless of how snake-bit we are right now, regardless of how legitimate the complaints are, there isn't a single thing we could have done differently that would have resulted in a different outcome.* And since I can't control these outcomes, then I've decided to change my attitude. So from now until things start to improve, I'm going to force myself to find something positive to talk about here at Hot Chicks Dig Smart Men. Even if I need to rant about the latest political idiocy, even if I need to roll my eyes at the rampant mansplaining, even if I need to rail against the universe (remember - sometimes it's NECESSARY), then I will still end each blog entry with a positive something, even if it's tiny. Because very few people's lives are 100% dismal, and it behooves me to remind myself of this fact - especially when it feels like things are going to nothing but shit.

So. Here's today's bit of positivity:
  • In spite of missing the first full day of this conference, I feel like it was a relatively productive trip. I don't think the details are important, but I accomplished a few things I thought were important, so, go, me.
  • This evening I treated myself to something called a RELAXATION MASSAGE, and it turns out that it WAS. Again, go, me.
I'm off to the midwest in the morning, and I'm hoping for a few positive things for tomorrow, too. Go, me.


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*Except perhaps the bad crab. I suppose I could have ordered something else.

3 comments:

Carol Elaine said...

Go, Janiece!

If anyone deserves a relaxation massage, it's you.

Actually, what you really deserve is the Universe to stop shitting on your head, but apparently the Universe is more of an asshole than your insomniac brain. And since you can't stop the Universe from indulging in its twisted version of humor, you can at least have many, many well deserved relaxation massages.

mom in northern said...

I could not agree with you more. The Smart Man was ticking of the good things on the drive home today.

Tom said...

You go, girl! Or maybe, Proceed, Lady! :)

Life is. I'm glad you and the Smart Man are around to share with us.