Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Recently I sent a friend an e-mail complaining about this and that: the ten pounds I haven’t lost, the craziness of our lives. After writing the e-mail, I read back through it and added a postscript: I sound pathetic. Her reply, “Well, it’s good to know that you have pathetic days, too.” I realized that, in attempting to keep the message of this blog positive, I have neglected writing when I’m not feeling my best. You could go back and track my negative moods by the times that a string of dates go by without a blog entry. As I listened to my friend say that she was glad I have pathetic days, I realized that it’s been unfair to paint only a rosy picture of this aging process. I try to keep my mood upbeat and to look at the changes taking place from a positive viewpoint, but there are certainly days, or strings of days, when I’m not at my best, when the extra weight truly weighs me down, when others’ demands on my time seem unbearable, when I feel as if I’ve lost myself. It’s times like those when whining to a good friend is more necessary than ever. Sometimes, just putting the negativity into words can offset the feelings and turn the mood around. I guess the lesson I always try to teach myself is that those times are rare, their effect fleeting and it’s just necessary to look forward to the positive times that will, undoubtedly, follow.