Pity Pot


Some days we all feel like shredding the hand of cards we’re dealt. We sit on our proverbial pity pots of why me and if only waiting for our sides of grass to be greener.

For some of us, it is so comfortable to sink in to such negative thinking patterns that we linger too long and our lives become a bitter mess of resentment. Nothing says unattractive like entitlement and pouting (except for not bathing and farting).

Take it from me, a recovering drug addict with narcissist tendencies and arrested development. It’s no picnic feeling sorry for yourself. The longer we make excuses for not taking care of ourselves, the sooner our mental and physical heath take notice and we literally break down from the inside out.

Life is so much easier when during the hard times, you learn to remember what you have rather than what you [think you] need.

The grass may seem greener on the other side, but remember: sometimes it’s fucking Astro Turf.

Christine Macdonald