I wanted to start this narrative with, “So” but that is poor writing.
In so many aspects of my life, I feel I am being pulled from opposite directions, all at once. It’s like one of those toys with the string down the middle and when pulled, extends the arms and legs outward in helpless abandon.
Perhaps I should entitle this piece, “Kvetch and Moan.” That is a term my mom would use when she felt that our verbal consternations were simply the precursor to a pity party. It’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want to, damnit!
Even my You Tube Playlist recommended “1970’s One Hit Wonders.” Am I a “One Hit Wonder” and my time is done? How is that possible? Nope, I’m putting on, “You’re No Good” sung by Linda Ronstadt. Yes, that’s better. Next up, “Barracuda” by Heart.
Music has always been my ‘go to’ for all strong emotions and today, it is not disappointing. Still, when the music is done, I will be left with myself. Uh oh, “Poor, Poor Pitiful Me” is now running though my head.
What do you do, when many aspects of your life are making you feel like Joe Shit the Rag Man? Thank you for reading my diatribe.
Pity parties are an important part of the process. You can't move on if you don't grieve first!
Mary, I was wondering why I wasn’t getting your wonderful stories of late! My Facebook has almost successfully filtered out my Friends’ posts! This is a great time for me to put on Bill Evans’ Peace Piece! I need some soothing to try and figure out how to get my friends’ posts back!