Bitch and mope about it until you feel better...OR until the freaking life lesson appears magically and changes your perspective. I'm a moper. Yep, and a bitcher.(pat myself on the back...I'm so proud!) Totally true and shameful I admit. My only saving grace is the fact that I do it all, or most of it (roughly 95.63895% hehehe) internally! WARNING: I could possibly at ANY moment cumbust from the frightening tension of all the bitching and moping going on inside my head/heart right now!!! Now that you've been fairly warned please be reassured that I really am, for the most part, a really easy-go-lucky type of a girl!! Really, I am. But on those, rare occasions that something in my life goes wrong or seems unfair, my first response is to feel jipped. Like I'm this poor, little victim and life is SOOOOOO unfair. Boo, frickin, hoo Acacia!!! SERIOUSLY!?! Seriously, life could be sooooooooooooo much worse. And I know that...I do! And I drive myself crazy, all the time with all this internal bitching and moping....grrrr!
**Thought...I may be on the brink of my above mentioned freaking life lesson!**
Maybe this is the point in my life where I realize this weak, annoying self trait and I take a deep breath, suck it up and stop feeling like a victim. Poor me, I wasn't a Daddy's girl...over, done w/ and can't change it. What I can do is make sure I have as good of a relationship w/ my Dad as I can and appreciate it. Poor me, nobody told me marriage would suck...SO?!?!? I can deal w/ it or SHUT the EFF up right?? RIGHT!!! Poor me, I drive a mini van and would rather drive a volvo...but I have a vehicle, therefore I am thankful...mostly w/ only a hint of resentment that I was given no choice over my vehicle situation...only a hint!! ;) Poor me, I'm so bitchy and mopey...why can't I be all sunshine and butterflies like so and so...Huh?!?!? Insert tmi here...found out I've got a hormonal imbalance...I know, sounds FUN doesn't it? Not the, I'm depressed, blue, sad, type of imbalance...but the I can't lose those 10 sticky lbs, face like a 16 yr old boy, cysts on my ovaries type of imbalance. Appointment w/ specialist (oooo fancy!!) pending...I probably wont update y'all but you never know! So anyways, sarcasm and strong, angry undertones aside...I really do know that life could be worse! And I REALLY do appreciate my fantastic friends, my warm house, my cuddly, PERFECTLY PERFECT new puppy Lincoln, my funny family, my tear ducts for releasing some of this "whoa is me" salty sentiment...I really do acknowledge my utter blessings in the form of my three beautiful, healthy, smart, fabulously wonderful children!!! And just fyi...lemons really had nothing to do w/ this blog lol...but I needed a title and you all got the point now didn't you!! :)