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I do my best to be a positive person, really. I'm willing to be flexible. I don't believe in the word "can't". I tell people that "can't" is a four letter word.
Well, I can't do it any more. I'm worn down, worn out and sick. Been sick since before Thanksgiving. Three of the five cats are sick, all requiring multiple times a day medication. My friend that was coming to visit for the holidays called to cancel. I'm not a Christian, so the holiday is not a big deal to me because of that, but I was sure looking forward to seeing my friend. I'm telling myself to come up with another plan for the day. All I can see at this point is that I'm going to be home alone.
So, I'm crawling up on the pity pot for a day or two. I'm going to give myself permission to feel like crap for a couple of days. I'm crawling w-a-y to the back of my cave and hiding out for a couple of days.
I know myself. I'll pull out of this funk in a couple of days, but for now I'm giving myself permission to hide out.
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