The Porcelain Purge

Daily Foglifter:  Most toilets flush in the key of E flat. 

I’ve had a rough week.  I’ve had the worst cold I’ve had in a long time.  The headaches and fatigue have pretty much incapacitated me.  On top of that, my wisdom teeth have been bothering me and my ears hurt.  This has put me in a rotten mood, in the mood to do nothing but complain.  If I had an aura, it would be dark brown.

I’ve devoted two days of my life to complaining and wallowing.  The thing about wallowing is that it becomes a habit.  The more things you complain about, the easier it is to find other things to complain about.  So it’s time to put all that crap where it belongs–in the toilet.

First goes the self-centeredness.  The world does not revolve around me.  People are not going out of their way to annoy me.  It is not the world’s responsibility to do things as I would have them done.

Next goes the bad attitude.  Not everything is going to disappoint me.  Some things will work out how I want them.  When they don’t, it’s not the end of the world.  Most people don’t suck.

The final thing to go is the smugness.  I am not the smartest person in the world.  Not by a long shot.  My opinions are not law.  My experiences are not everyone’s experiences.  In short, I need to get over myself.

That should about do it–for today.  Now, time for the flush.  Woooosh.  There.  It’s done.

While there are many things I hate, there are more things that I love.  I love the falling leaves and crisp air of Autumn.  I love coffee and dessert.  I love air conditioning in the sultry days of summer.  I love books and music.  I love waking up early on a Saturday, realizing I don’t have to be awake, and going back to sleep.  I love Sunday afternoon naps.  I love my church family.  I love my friends.  I love my large crazy family–mine and my husband’s.  I love the quirkiness of people.  I love to decorate cakes.  I love to play the piano.  I love watching my baby dance.  I love to hear the crazy stories of my son, Billy.  I love to see the world through the eyes of my son, Mikey.  I love to hear my daughter Molly’s joyous laugh.  I love philosophical conversations with my oldest son, Aidan.  I love my parents, the ones who created and raised me and the ones I married into.  I love my brothers and my nieces and nephews.  I love my husband.  I love.

A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.   ~Thomas Carlyle


4 thoughts on “The Porcelain Purge

  1. Well said! Ok, I’m taking your advice & getting rid of the self pity & wallowing . . . here we go . . . putting everything in the toilet . . . flushing . . . oops . . . anyone have plunger? I think I’ve stopped it up! ; )

    Hope you feel better!

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