You know those days where you want to crawl up into a ball, directly under the bed, never mind the sheets, and pray to the awareness Gods that no one is aware of your existence?
If you haven’t, you intimidate me already. I’ve had way too many of those days. I think they kept happening for one significant reason though – not being able to get over it. Then the not getting over it spiraled into guilt. I felt selfish for giving myself so much credit that anyone actually cared if and when I messed up (which I tend to do on a daily basis).
But, like my dad told me (constantly) growing up, “Summer, everyone is so wrapped up in themselves, they really don’t care about what you’re doing.” Except it took me a long time until that penetrated my pubescent, adolescent and even adult brain.
The only way to really overcome this is to realize how ridiculous you are in that moment of not letting it go. This usually comes in the form of getting annoyed by someone else who is doing the exact same thing.
- Your ex husband is still a jerk
- Your stomach looks nothing like it did pre-kids
- You got tagged in the absolute worst picture on Facebook
- You pulled hot guys like moths to flame back when you were twenty, but now all you’re pulling is your car into the Gymboree lot…
Get over it.