Drug-induced awesomeness.

Let’s talk talent.

 

I don’t have it.

 

Wit? Yes.

 

Brains? Only a minor amount.

 

Talent? Oh sweet Moses.

 

No.

 

Talking to someone about Pinterest reminded me of the bitterness I harbor for all of the talented people. This includes Facebook. You ruthless mother of pearls who post “I tripped today and made this scarf” or “I got bored today and made this glass-blown vase.” As I told that same sweet someone, I tried to ‘trip’ and make a chiffon flower for my wedding….FAIL. I now use it as a loofah!

 

 

 

 GUESS WHAT?!?! I GOT BORED TODAY AND ATE A WHOLE BAG OF CHEETOS!

 

Speaking of which.

 

I am ill. This constant change in weather/temperature/school closings is the worst for my asthma. I am a Walking Dead stunt double and during these times MOST people lose their appetite. “I can’t eat, I’m too sick….” I DO NOT UNDERSTAND THAT. The only Dr. I want to see is Pepper and the only thing I want to nurse me back to health is the half-pound Reese’s chocolate my mother gave me earlier. Which disappeared and left the wrapper. Weird.

 

I am fairly good about doing without soda. I am not boasting. FAIRLY GOOD. Sometimes I convince myself that if it’s half a can of Sprite it’s not really soda, it’s more like sugary water with bubbles….but when I’m sick, I throw caution to the wind and drink my weight’s worth in fountain pop from the gas station down the road. Seriously.

 

 

 

It’s so easy to convince myself that wrong is right when I’m at my weakest.

 

Oh no. It’s starting to settle in that I’m trying to make a life’s application to bronchitis and sinusitis. Why can’t she just tell a story without peeling back the core of my soul?

 

I am the daughter of Tammy McBee, who makes a spiritual application to the movie Blades of Glory, even when it’s very apparent that that is definitely NOT the goal.

 

So yeah, I have to do this.

 

Anyway, I am good at convincing myself that soda is definitely ok, even healthy, when I am ill.

 

I do that with my quality of character when I’m going through a tough time.

 

When I’m going through a trial or struggling with something, I become selfish. Maybe I’m not as patient with people, maybe not as caring and considerate to view the feelings of those around me, maybe I even convince myself that something that is terrible for me might just be a good thing that makes me feel better.

 

However, I feel like poop trying to exercise that mess off when my lungs clear up, just as I realize my mistakes all too late when I do come out of my trial and see the decisions I’ve made and the way I’ve treated people.

 

When I start to feel sick, I need to start mentally preparing myself for the binges. And with that mindset, I need to apply that to everything else. We’re either going through a struggle, coming out of a struggle, or about to go into a struggle. With that knowledge, we need to keep a mindset to not let the struggle destroy us.

 

You guys got this.

 

I just need to finish my Reese’s Puffs first.