Today I have invited Emma to get something off her chest that she can’t do cause she doesn’t have a blog (but she does have a shop). I have a billion drafts of my own Emo shite so I thought I would change it up a bit with some different Emo. I am always thinking of your entertainment.
Email me if you want to take a dump on my blog. Heh
I’ve been given the mammoth honour of being allowed to waffle here while Ms Kelley is defunking somewhere. I hope it’s an expensive hotel with a postmix tap within reach of the ideal reclining position in the spa, and room service chocolate delivery, all paid for by whoever most recently messed up her life plans.
I spent the whole of 2011 pulling myself out of a megafunk. It can be done! 2010 was a relentless stream of dramas that ground me down until I could take no more. I said goodbye to my dream of owning the cutest little shop in Canberra when it closed down, a pregnancy that was never meant to be, was blindsided by an evil internet stalker, perplexing parenting problems aplenty, a kid that needed his hearing fixed and a truckload of speech and occupational therapy… But I am back, bigger and better and more badass than before!
My funk was not just because I had problems. These were problems that I felt powerless to solve. Wallowing in my own thoughts trying to come up with the magic solution just made me feel like even more of a failure.
So in 2011, I resolved to change the situation. I did what I could to deal with things at a practical level, and then found other things to keep myself busy. I spent my days doing things I’m good at, or at least made me feel good, which wiped out some of that failure feeling. When my son talks to me, I keep getting a thing in mah eye. The shop is doing its online thing much better than it did its expensive shopfront thing. My internal organs are in glorious working order. My family are happy.
Most of all though, I just had to ride it out. Sometimes you catch the wave and it feels great. Other times you wipe out and end up with a mouthful of sand. Either way, it will end at some point. So now I’m looking to the horizon for the next wave. They’re not all dumpers.