Fresh baked cookies AND my favorite pizza. See what hardships I soldier through?
I was grousing around the house yesterday because I was feeling just generally crummy. Nothing in particular had happened, nothing new, I was just making that slow frustrating boring climb out of a crash.
Y'all know what that feels like. I was feeling pretty sorry for myself.
I was tucked in a fluffy comforter like some kind of ornery chubby duchess on the couch, old movie channel on TV, and my son's freshly baked treats cooling on the kitchen counter having just returned from a brief outing with my friend Susan who had just treated me to my first peppermint mocha of the season.
Yep. Things were rough. Downright unbearable. Intolerable. What suffering I have had to endure, I thought as I munched on a warm chocolate chip cookie.
And as luck or providence or whatever would have it, I heard a character in the movie I was watching say something about being fortunate to have experienced trials and tribulations because it offered him an opportunity to discover of what kind of stuff he was truly made of.
Hm. I had the good sense to feel embarrassed. Hoo, boy. Think I'll blame this little episode on my Bratty Inner Child Julia.
Adversity is the state in which man most easily becomes acquainted with himself. -- John Wooden, 1910 --2010, UCLA men's basketball coach.
3 comments:
Thankyou to John Wooden and to you for this quote. I think I will tape this to a bookmark, the computer screen maybe the fridge? This year has been a trial for me and my PsA. I need reminding that hey " I'm still here and able-ish." I am made of tough stuff and so are you :-) Thanks for all you blogging. I look forward to your snippetts of life and doggie tales everyday.
Es
Great post.
I love Es's comment- "I'm able-ish". I love that!
That pizza and the cookies look awesome btw.
I would have traded places with you in a heart beat. We had a tree blow down and other transformers blowing in the wind storm we had Saturday. The power was out until early this morning. The hotel we scampered off to was nice for the first 6 hours. I'm in the middle of a flare, hotel air dried my eyes until they were orange and I forgot to take my nighttime medication. I walked out of there feeling like I had a really bad hangover. I hate this disease!
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