My dad always tells me to "Count the successes." He believes in living life one day at a time. This means that sometimes, you have a good day and sometimes, you don't. On a regular basis, he reminds me that it is okay to have a bad day, to be sad, and to wallow in self pity if needed. We can't be happy all the time, and it's these bad days that make the good ones so much better.
Only 2 days after my birthday, I am having one of my sad days. The thing is that I had a successful birthday, filled with family, friends, and food. I could not have asked for more. I got to celebrate with the people who love me, which is ultimately what matters. So when I think about being sad only a few days later, I tell myself to count my birthday as a success and move on.
I took my dad's advice and today, I wallowed. After being in a huge house alone for an entire day, I want nothing more than to feel someone's arms around me.
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