Snowflakey, diamond-point Bow Tie o’ the Day displays just the right amount of chill for chillin’ with me and my pitiful innards today. My faithful Skitter is being my couch potato— actually, recliner potato— companion as well. She likes to chill with me no matter how I’m feeling, except when she’s not getting a walkie because of it. And I ain’t Skitter-walkin’ today. I’m eating seasonal Red Button ice cream. The flavors? Pumpkin Spice Cheesecake, and White Chocolate Cranberry. Cones up! My gut parts don’t feel worse than last evening, but they don’t really feel any better. I’m not worried, but I regret trying to accomplish my musical task at all yesterday. But I did what I did, and here’s the position I do be in.
Despite how it might sound, I’m not whining. I’m just sharing stuff that happens to me, because most of what I experience probably happens to you, too— in some way, shape, or form. We can commiserate with each other in our human-ness. If you’re lucky, you have friends and/or family who willingly dish out sympathy when you need it. And if the folks around you are lucky, you do that for them. And then you move on.
Commiserating is a very important activity. We need to be reassured we’re not alone in our stoopid pratfalls and lapses in judgement. We need to know we aren’t alone, especially when things that aren’t in our control shake-up our lives. We all need to remember we’re not perfect— even though we often hold ourselves and others to the idea of perfection. And we need to know it’s perfectly okay to not be perfect, as long as we’re working to be better.
I’m hoping I can get off the bench and into the action of my to-do list tomorrow. In fact, let’s all get out there and take the risk of making our own mistakes. We can commiserate about our mis-steps and lessons learned the hard way later. Or eat yummy ice cream, if you’re home alone trying not to move your entire torso.
