Really I am. Misdirected frustration for sure. I’ll snap out of it once we get Lulu’s diagnosis. For now, I’m gonna bitch and moan.
All this Plan B bull shit about how failure is really success. The door to new opportunities. Everything happens for a reason. Blah blah blah. Mark Walberg and 50 Cent had criminal histories but look at em now. Or some super star named Sarah who was fired from Virgin Airlines and Atari only to make it big later at Nike and then Flywheels or some such place. Blah, blah, blah.
I’m sorry but fuck that. They are not representative of the whole. They are exceptions to the rule. The rest of us commoners muddle along. Rags to riches my ass.
Sure, you can pick yourself up and dust yourself off and start all over again. It’s just not the same as Marky Mark. Few reach his height of superstardom. The rest of us enjoy a mundane existence. I believe failure is not life ending but failure is certainly not game changing either. Can we acknowledge that it’s ok to take a pause and feel bad for a second?
So FB quit sending positivity articles to my newsfeed. Articles that are supposed to make me feel better but instead make me feel like shit. Of course it’s my choice to read or not to read. Guess I will be rearranging my schedule and my agenda of things to do to include reading only articles that are not saccharine laced bull shit.
Dang, that felt good! 🎶I feel good. I knew that I would now. So good so good. I’ve got you! 🎶. I should vent more often. 😂
As always more to come.