I’m here to say – loud and proud – it’s okay to drop your bundle from time to time, as long as you know where it is so you can pick it back up again.
I had another post planned today. It’s a good one too, so I won’t spoil it by telling you what it is – I’ll share it next week. Suffice it to say it involves wine. Look forward to that.
But writing that post – with the light touch required – feels beyond me today. Today I am focused on things that are dragging me down and I’m having a wee wallow. I know I should get out and go for a run to shake it off. I know I should make a salad for lunch and pull myself together. I know I should rip into my rather long to-do list for work so I can start ticking some of those bad boys off and perhaps that will encourage me enough to remove my head from my arse and get out of this funk.
But you know what I’m going to do instead? Wallow. That’s right. I reckon an occasional wallow is soul restoring. I am not going to achieve anything useful today, and that’s okay. Because there’s tomorrow, and I’m not one to wallow for long.
And today shall be known as Fuck This Shit Day.
My wallowing requirements are pretty simple:
- Bad food – I don’t really eat sugar, even on FTS Day, so will go for something salty and fatty, like a giant plate of rosemary salted wedges with an enormous dish of mayo.
- Bad television – preferably The Bachelor or similar show which can help me feel superior and intelligent – if I’m feeling like a more high-brow wallow – or wanting to feel stupid, QI is good)
- Wasting endless hours on the internet catching up on all those kitten videos I’ve missed (while simultaneously watching bad television)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tzhyfWHdLo
I was going to include some links here to sites that have the best ways to feel sorry for yourself, but – no matter how I worded it – I kept finding sites telling me to stop feeling sorry for myself and here are 10 ways to get your shit together.
Everyone’s a critic. See how tough my life is? (Okay, I’m just kidding there. I’m not totally a lost cause. I know I’m being a snotty little bitch, but I don’t care!)
Oh, by the way, I’m turning 40 on Sunday. Probably has nothing to do with it.
Happy FTS Day, champagne chums!
How do you like to celebrate FTS Day? What are your go-to vices?
How to do FTS day, Alys style:
-Don’t get dressed. PJs, all the way my friend.
-Drop child off at childcare (you might need to be dressed for that, though…) It’s not that you don’t love the shit out of him/her/them. But, they can cramp your wallowing style, right.
-Pride and prejudice, Colin Firth. All six episodes. Back to back.
-At 3pm, text husband to advise that dinner is his responsibility tonight. (usually means thai takeaway)
-Corn chips
I like your plan, Alys!
I was totally considering a wallowy move break in my workday today because my eyes and head feel all weird and spacey because TIIIIIIIIIRED. My fall back sick-day movies are the Lakehouse and the Notebook. Although C reminds me I do have soem Bachelorettes recorded on ze box. Ah yes…
Such guilty, guilty pleasure! I haven’t partaken in the Lakehouse or the Notebook. I find it hard to commit to an entire movie at home – someone normally needs me for something before it finishes. Episodic nonsense suits me well.
Oh Alys, is it possible you are my spirit animal? Or that we were separated at birth? You just articulated all of the things that I wanted but had forgotten that I wanted.
Chocolate, wine, swearing, bit of a cry. It doesn’t take long for me snap out of it though, I think I get bored lol. Happy birthday for Sunday xx Welcome to the 40 club 🙂
Thanks Alicia – it seems I’m in excellent company!
I can tell you from experience that 40 is awesome. 43 on the other hand…. Make the most of your wallow and get it out of your system.
Yes, some good perspective! I think it was just that I had a picture in my head of what my life would look like when I turned 40. It doesn’t. But that’s okay, and things are all going the way they should so I am incredibly grateful. I’m sure you rock 43!
I agree with Mumabulous 40 is great. Especially from where I’m standing 🙂
And it’s all better than the alternative, right? 🙂
Pity parties for one are often the only way to get shit out of our system!!! I can’t wait to hit the naughty forties, way easier than the dirty thirties!!!!!!!!!!! xxx
Love me a good wallow – cheese and wine are usually involved. Without wallowing I think we can deal with the individual shitty things but we really need a good wallow to wrap all the crap up and process the big stuff (like turning 40) – congrats from someone who has hit the mid-forties mark, aghh!
Sometime a good wallow is just what you need.
Happy birthday for tomoz btw xxxx