tall enough?
The light bulb over my head finally turned on: Sometimes talking about this stuff works better than blogging about it.
That little discovery seems obvious to most people ... but I've never been able to talk to anyone about anything before. I can write about almost anything, but talking about it has always been (and still is) very difficult. There must be a disconnect between my brain and my mouth, because I can type much easier than I can speak.
So after talking about this, I'm feeling much better now. The discomfort yesterday was caused by something I didn't even blog about anyway.
Yesterday I felt "left out" because I wasn't included in something. It brought back the same feelings I had as a kid at the theme park. In front of the roller coasters, they have the sign that says "You must be at least this tall to ride".
I remember my big brother standing next to the sign and being tall enough to ride. But I'd stand next to it, and I wouldn't be tall enough. So I'd have to watch him go on the ride and have all the fun. That sucked.
Well I felt like that yesterday. I felt inadequate. I wondered if I might have been included if I was better, cooler, or otherwise "not such a dumbass". That's a great way to ruin a day. And I ruined it quite sufficiently. (Not getting any sleep the night before and forgetting to eat all day didn't help either. I need to learn how to eat and sleep ...)
How often do we waste time and energy worrying about that kind of stuff? Fears of inadequacy are sometimes the most devastating fears. They take away what little confidence we have and replace it with self-contempt and downright self-hatred. I've got enough of that ... I don't need any more.
It's interesting how little things like this can have so much power over us. And for some unknown reason, I have this bizarre willingness to give it all the power it needs to ruin almost everything.
Today, I'm especially grateful for ...
- staying sober
- spending time with that guy who likes me for reasons I'll never understand
- finding out I can talk about things that bother me ... it's not easy, but it's possible
- my family & my dog
- nice warm pajamas
- a job to get up for in the morning
- my car still works (woohoo!)
- starting a new art/craft project ... I got all the stuff, now I just need time
- God. He's laughing at me right now, but that's okay.

