Sorry for the no-post yesterday. I had two ideas in the works - one about the frightening things scientists are trying to prove by shooting electrodes into people's brains (my conclusion: how bout we just don't do that?), the other about Cambridge traffic and how it's simply impossible to flip someone off and still feel classy and elegant (those of you who know me are laughing now, but YES, classy and elegant is what I aspire to be. Stranger things have happened. Shush.)
I didn't post those, however, because I couldn't come up with anything funny or encouraging to say. My theory? Why blog if I can't make my little chunk of cyberspace a happier place to be?
In that light, here's a gem I keep hearing from different corners of the world: "Just because you're feeling something, Trish, that doesn't mean it's true. Emotions aren't reality."
Really? So if I'm feeling like my head might pop off if I sit in this chair one more instant, it won't? If I'm feeling like nothing good will ever come of my life because I skipped the gym again this week, ate popcorn for dinner, and STILL don't understand why everyone loves Grey's Anatomy, that doesn't mean all hope is lost?
I won't belabor the point, but let's just say this came as EXCELLENT news. I don't wrestle much with self-esteem, and life is pretty swell here in Trishville. But mood swings can kick my butt, and this has proven a spectacular foil to the evil forces of cold weather, bitter coffee, and "gee they MUST have shrunk in the dryer" jeans conspiring to ruin my day.
So here's what my friend told me she does, when she's having one of those lower than a worm in a mud puddle days: She asks herself, "what to I KNOW is true?" (Kind of like Oprah's "What I Know For Sure," but on a slightly less global scale).
So here's what I know is true:
- I didn't give that driver the bird yesterday in traffic, which means I'm a little bit more classy and elegant than I would have been otherwise. Yay!
- My jeans DID shrink in the dryer. I've lost two entire pounds since I started working out (three months ago, but who's counting?) and that means that I am a smidge skinnier than I was when I bought those pants. If they're too small, that doesn't mean I'm too big! (Plus, I'm classy and elegant, and ladies like that don't have these problems).
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it :)
8 comments:
Great attitude! How do you manage it every day? I can do it for short times, but life kicks me and I forget.
Dude, you have shown me way more truthosities that those you listed. So I know you're just being silly. But if you ever need someone to bolster your attitude, call me. I could start a whole blog on "Reasons Why Trish ROCKS". And I love your stream-of-Trishness style of blogging. I can always count on this site for a good laugh. As for classy and elegant - didn't I peg you as that when I first saw you speak at church? Are you trying to tell me you're not wikkid classy? I scoff at the thought!
Thanks for stopping by!
RE: (my conclusion: how bout we just don't do that?)
ROFLMAO!!! Sounds like something I'd say!
I don't know if I'll ever make elegant, but I aspire to classy too. Sounds like you're doing just fine...
Don't sweat the small stuff (i.e. the jeans) ;) Clothing manufacturers have probably developed a new fabric that slowly shrinks over time, thus requiring you to buy more jeans in bigger sizes.
Sounds like something they'd do, doesn't it?
I have been swimming for about a month -- trying to swim a mile every time. and I can tell a big difference. And my jeans do look better I think. And I got my hair darkened, and my husband said, "I like it. I do. It's fine."
So, it freaked me out again.
:)
Denim is of the devil. According to a very reliable authority, he invented it long before Adam and Eve even wore clothes.
It's so flattering when you try it on in the store, but once you wash-and-dry. . . Even classy ladies don't have the time to let jeans air dry.
Even air-dried jeans shrink up a little! Something to keep us on our toes (or on the treadmill)!
That is a great post. Thanks for sharing. It made me smile.
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