Ambushed

11.1.25

I woke up excited this morning. I got to meet with a really smart friend who loaded me up with tools and ideas for the new website I’m building. I love learning new things and today I got so much information my brain felt like it was exploding. Total overload, but in a good way.

Then I had to run to Costco. On a Saturday morning. Yeah. But the pharmacy’s closed on Sundays, so there I was.

I’ve had a really good couple of days, so of course my ism decided to make an appearance. The pity party started like a sneaky ambush, classic ism behavior. Wandering around, annoyed with myself, thinking I can’t buy food at Costco, I can’t even eat what’s already in my fridge before it goes bad from the grocery store in regular sizes. Then my mind took a hard left turn. If I didn’t fuck up my family, maybe I wouldn’t be this single, middle-aged woman who posts pictures of her dogs and cats and talks to them like they care. Maybe then I’d actually need the Costco-sized portions. The swing from excitement to self-pity was emotional whiplash. One of those life bricks to the face.

That’s the tape that tries to play when I’m not watching it. It’s frustrating how fast gratitude can slip into self-pity. So I decided to pause. I took a nap and hit the reset button. It’s never too late to start your day over! I feel refreshed and back in a good headspace. Chores and I’m glad I get to go to a meeting tonight.