Friday, April 10, 2015

Getting over myself

This morning we woke early to see if our cat - Cornflake - had had any more baby nuggets overnight. We've been calling the birthing process #cornnuggetwatch15 haha. There were no new nuggies in the basket, just Cocoa Pebbles and Captain Crunch.
After checking on her, Steven made coffee and we climbed back in bed. The first weekend/overnight stay that we had together, he brought me coffee in bed, this was when I knew he was a keeper :) So when the opportunity arises for us to do this together, we take it! I love it when he has days off!
Shortly after my first cup, I got up and got ready for work. On my way out the door, we talked about what we were going to do tonight - a backyard sushi party! - and I reminded him to pick up some sake.

Well not even 45 seconds later, my morning went from great to shit.

I knocked over my coffee mug, with my purse, onto some documents for Cancer Auxiliary that were in my front seat. Then I tear back into the house for a dishtowel. As I lean in to clean up the coffee, I see it, a tear in my leather. And I just let out a really, really nice expletive that rhymes with duck. This Southern Belle, will drop dirty words when necessary, and it was necessary.

And as if that was not bad enough, I start out of our neighborhood and it beings, the squeaking that is. Last year my air conditioning began making this awful squeaking sound. I had air ducts, filters and hoses replaced and it STILL makes the noise. Toward the end of the summer it began to fade and I was thrilled over the possibility that perhaps my car got over itself. Apparently not cause little red was squealing like a damn sow pig this morning. If I didn't know any better I would think that she was a Razorback fan!

Just like that, my happy peaceful morning turned to shit and I decided that I needed a party, a pity party that is.

When I got to work there was someone waiting on me, so I had no choice but to get over myself. After he left, I went back to the party and it was no fun, especially alone. 

I paused for a moment and realized just how BAD it could be. I asked God to forgive me for being so ungrateful. I was acting like a spoiled brat. That bag I knocked my coffee over with, its Cole Haan and I had to save money to purchase it. That car I'm complaining about, it is a Mercedes that was given to me for my birthday. The two things that just tore me up so bad, are things that other people would like to have (or so I think?). Or it something that they pray for, a car and a reason to carry a handbag to go to work.

I got over myself.

It is much easier to focus on the negative and things that go wrong in our lives than to focus on the good and the blessings that we have. There was ABSOLUTELY no reason for me to behaving like a fool, but I did. There was also no reason for me to "tell on myself" by writing this post, but in an effort to bring real posts to Georgia Glam, I felt that I needed to share. Not every day is a unicorn shitting rainbows over here! Haha. 

So for the rest of today and the weekend, I am going to try my BEST to enjoy all of my blessings! I hope that you will do the same.

Happy Fri-yay Y'all!

1 comment:

  1. Girlllll...don't be so hard on yourself...you had a right to be bitchy that morning...don't apologize for it. If I had a dollar for every time I said, fuck, throughout the day, I'd be rich! ...and "Sugar" has been stuck in my head, too...that and rihanna's, "bitch better have my money"... Although I wouldn't play that song at your wedding reception while introducing your bridesmaids ; ) lol

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