I feel sorry for myself A LOT. I get a lil woe is me when things happen to me. I know I get this victim mindset from my mother. I try to catch myself and end the pity party before it gets out of hand, but I have to say I can be a bit of an alarmist and shit. I don’t like it. I don’t like it in my mother and I don’t like it me. I am no ones victim. Not one motherfucking person.
I’ve been taking some guidelines from Lib as follow her tweets. I am so grateful for my life. Now I didn’t say perfect life, but it’s a good life…warts and all.
I don’t want to be this perpetually angry sista who doesn’t find the joy in what she has been blessed with, which in my life is bigger than I can begin to express.
I bitch I moan I gnash my teeth, all for what? because life has thrown my a curve or two…so what. Hell some folks lives will always be better than mine and some folks’ will always be worse.
I am blessed in things great and small.
I must say I will work harder at appreciating the great and small of it all.