Saturday, January 15, 2011
Deflated... Not Defeated
Here’s a pic of me and my boo
yes – my boyfriend is an ass
Normally my bf and I complement each other with our yin-yangy personalities. I’m the gung-ho optimistic one. He’s the dark and dismal realist. And our conversations sound a bit like this…
Eeyore: Building yourself a house is a good idea. But don’t be surprised if it ends up on the other side of the wood.*
Me: That’s probably where all the best thistles are!
Eeyore: Just because you hear a buzzing-noise coming from a tree doesn’t mean you’re going to get any honey.
Me: Well, if not I’ll sure get a fun climb out of it!
However, for the past three weeks, Glumbo’s infiltrated my brain with his über-gloom. And lately I’ve found myself finishing his thoughts instead of countering them…
Eeyore: When your tail is missing, remember that you have every right to mope.
me: yep. And even if they find your tail, it will have to be reattached. With a hammer and nail.
Eeyore: There are those who will tell you good morning.
me: If it is a good morning, which is doubtful.
Why've I been so gloomy?
Well, it has a little something to do with that R-word. Big no from the agent who “totally wants my book.” Right after Christmas. And rather than project my freakoid depressivism over the entire blogosphere, I saved it all for Facebook. Which probably explains the significant drop in my friend count.
But whatevs. It’s all good. I just used the past three weeks to mope and get over it. And indulge in massive quantities of alcohol. Just kidding. I did write a little, read (A LOT), and spent somewhat quality time with the family.
Fortunately for you, the funky fog is clearing. And considering I never really queried the book anyway, well, I may just decide to put myself out there again.
And why not? Tomorrow's MLK day. It’s a time to dream. And a time to turn those dreams into a reality. So instead of listening to Eeyore, I'll hearken some Dr. King inspiration.
Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase.
We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.
As for my most recent convo with the donkey...
Eeyore: We can’t all, and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.
Me: Well, count me in the “some” that do.
I have a dream too, people. And you can bet I’m going to work my “Eeyore” off to make sure that dream comes true.
*PS –quotes from Eeyore’s gloomy Little Instruction Book. Yes—I own a copy. Pathetic, I know.