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lifeonqueen) wrote2011-01-03 12:53 am
lifeonqueen) wrote2011-01-03 12:53 am
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Handed Lemons? Fill Your Squirt Guns with Lemon Juice.
I tried to title this post "Take Lemons. Make Lemonade." But my stomach isn't strong enough for that Pollyanna today - right now, if I throw up, it ain't just going to be in my mouth, eh?
Even so, I can look at getting hit with relapsing enteritis on New Year's Day as a bad omen or I can look at it as nature offering to purge me of all the bad shit* I've carried with me. So I choose to go lighter into this new year** and let go my angst, my self-loathing, the well-husbanded bitterness for long-remembered slights. And if what replaces these is an airy disinclination to give a fuck, so be it. I resolve to give up my fear of falling. There's no need to pin myself to the ground.
Gravity will always be there.
*Not a metaphor
**Also not a metaphor - stomach flu is the ultimate weight loss plan
Even so, I can look at getting hit with relapsing enteritis on New Year's Day as a bad omen or I can look at it as nature offering to purge me of all the bad shit* I've carried with me. So I choose to go lighter into this new year** and let go my angst, my self-loathing, the well-husbanded bitterness for long-remembered slights. And if what replaces these is an airy disinclination to give a fuck, so be it. I resolve to give up my fear of falling. There's no need to pin myself to the ground.
Gravity will always be there.
*Not a metaphor
**Also not a metaphor - stomach flu is the ultimate weight loss plan