There are days when I’m a whiny, pessimistic, crabby, brat. When I wake up with a throbbing toe that is triple its normal size…it doesn’t bode well. Now to be fair, my husband is completely willing to play along and cater to my “needs” to a point, after which he basically tells me to take a flying leap.
We had plans today. We were going to see the brand new baby of very good friends of ours, I had to run to the office to get some things done, we were going to finish cleaning the house, we were going to GET THINGS DONE. Today I wanted nothing to do with any of it. I wanted to stay in bed and feel sorry for myself. Because Lord knows…of all of the people in the world…I have it ROUGH. I mean I have a toe that COULD be broken. Hello?! There should be pity!
Ugh…there are times I get sick of myself. When I realize what a complete pain in the a-s I’m being.
So, not feeling like the day was going to go as I’d hoped at home, I decided the office shouldn’t wait and that I could run in and out quickly. Once there, and once working, it seemed logical to just continue to work to get it done. I came home and folded laundry and then thought I could probably manage to throw in a couple more loads. While it wasn’t motivation, it was more like admitting things wouldn’t be SO bad if I just did them, and it continued throughout the day.
And guess what happened?! I got a ridiculous amount of stuff done. And why? Because at some point I realized that a for one, these things weren’t going to make my stupid injury any worse, b for two, the increase in pain wasn’t going to kill me (shocking, right?!), and c for three, it started to feel completely amazing to get all of these things done.
There are days that I can seriously come up with nine million reasons why I shouldn’t do something. Whether it be something at work or doing something at home. I can spin it in all sorts of ways in my head until an entire day has passed…and while I might feel like I have a somewhat justifiable reason for having avoided the task…I feel like sh-t. Put several of those kinds of days in a row and I feel totally horrible about everything.
Today, at some point I just decided to stop whining (both in my head and out loud), and just effing buck up and get things done. Now, a bunch of ibuprofen later, I feel so accomplished to have done so much today.
I’m well aware that I can be ridiculous (this will become blatantly clear as time goes on) but I’d like to think that as I get older I’ll be more and more quick to snap out of it. What a waste of time and energy it would have been for me to sit around today feeling sorry for myself. And I would have been so mad at myself tonight for being such a baby. Phew! Dodged that bullet!
TODAY: What if I spend less time talking myself out of what I should be doing and just buck up and do it?