Fuck This Shit Day: an ode to the wallow

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.

Weeping Woman On Floor

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.

Just having a little wallow.
Just having a little wallow.

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?

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Carolyn is the editorial director of Champagne Cartel and a freelance writer. In her spare time she is a long-distance runner, peanut butter enthusiast, and single mum to three incredible humans.

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