WHY IS IT...

...that I have such a hard time when it comes to fixating on the negatives? (?) (?!)

There was some rejection in my life today, gentle readers.  Rejection of both the personal and professional variety.

There was also a track workout tonight.  A track workout that, on a scale of 1 to Sad, was PATHETIC.  (Seriously, why do I even have legs.)  (Scratch that, and please don't send me hate e-mails if you don't have legs.)

BUT.  Other things that happened today were:

This isn't today.  But close enough.

1.  I got to do something artistic for the first time in a long while and I cranked it out like it was my bitch and it turned out awesome.

2.  I did some really good writing, of the variety that sometimes leaves me in awe of my own brain.

3.  My fucking eyelashes were fucking fantastic today.  Other people have good hair days and bad hair days.  I just always have bad hair days...and then fucking fantastic eyelash days.

4.  I listened to Jagged Little Pill this afternoon, and when I sang along, I was almost on key.  (Singing, along with running fast, are the only two things in life I seem unable to conquer with practice.  EXCEPT MAYBE NOW I SING.)  

5.  At 3:30 this afternoon, I was all like, fuck it, I'm meditating.  And I did that shit.  I mean, how can a person even complain about life when they have the opportunity to sit their ass down on the floor at 3:30 in the afternoon and Zen the hell out?

HOW?!

Except...complaining is exactly what I felt like doing about my day.  All because every once in a while, I feel really sorry for myself.  I feel like "no one cares" and "all I do is work and never get anywhere" and "no one gets me" and "fuck my eyelashes, can't a bitch just have a manageable ponytail now and again?"

You know what?  I'm okay.  Everything is okay.  Well, maybe not my track workout...but it's okay.

I think...that maybe I should lighten up on myself...