Self-Pity

I read a very profound statement today......."self-pity is an excuse to do nothing."  That rang as true as anything I have ever read.   Now, I have had some fabulous pity parties, and I can wallow with the pros....but I know people who have made a life out of  not only self-pity, but the pity of others.  I can pity my self, but for heaven's sake, the pity of others would be unbearable.

An excuse to do nothing......it is true, you know....self-pity paralyzes you.  Once you get in the muck and the mire,  the wallow feels so damn good, it is the drug that promises death of the spirit.  An occasional wallow is acceptable, but find a friend who promises ( and will make good on that promise) to kick your ass if you the wallow swallows you up.

Nothing......that is not stillness, nor peacefulness......that is shutting down, losing joy, turning your back on gratitude, and becoming about as self-centered as you can get.  It becomes all about you......guess what,
it is never all about you, only in your mind.

So if that evil little devil, whispers in your ear, tells you that everything happens to you, that nothing good comes your way, that nothing will work out for you, that your life sucks.......you know the drill.  At one time or another, he has sat on everybody's shoulder......call your friend, then for the next five minutes  just have the oscar of all pity parties, pull out all the stops, make it the mother of all pity parties......at the end of five minutes, see how sadly ridiculous it all is, take a deep breath, force a smile, and go write down one thing you are grateful for.

Good night, Sweet dreams.