If I ever had an opportunity for a pit party it would be now. I had a terrible accident walking my dogs. They went after another dog and literally dragged me across the sidewalk several feet. I would up with a broken nose, six stitches and a whole lot of road rash and bruises- even on my face.I felt sorry for myself when I saw how I looked and was in terrible pain. But the pity party was short. I realized that the dogs didn't mean to make this happen. (They still look at me sadly.) And, accidents happen. Though the impulse to feel sorry for myself came and went.
This accident doesn't change who loves me, or really, any aspect of my life. I missed one day of teaching and the school staff was so kind and gracious I felt blessed. And, my family took incredible care of me.
In life I'm learning to take the good with the bad. That leaves no time for poor me pity party time. I'm healing nicely and I feel much better. Feeling bad about the way I look is a bit vain (which I know I can be) so I plan to look in the mirror a bit less for a few days.
So, basically, accidents happen. But they don't define us. And, they don't really require a pity party. I think people should have an "I got through it" party instead. Celebrate what's good. It can be difficult, but haven't we all been to too many pity parties already?
peace and love,
sunee
