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 :)