A Party of One
“Pity Parties” are no fun; they are only held for a party of one.
One in a room all alone with their thoughts.
Fighting a battle that doesn’t need to be fought.
Today is a hard day. I don’t know why.
I certainly didn’t go looking for it. I just want to cry.
Something just happened and I didn’t get my way.
Felt rejected, saw sad pics, heard sad news today.
Asked for what I needed, and didn’t get it.
Here came the tears. Felt like a child, now quit it!
Out of control. More tears. Hard to stop.
Too focused inward. That’s the problem I’ve got.
This isn’t a place where I want to be.
How did I get here so suddenly?
A moment ago I thought I was fine.
I’ve got it! I don’t feel well! It’ll get better with time.
It’s just harder on days when I don’t feel my best.
Ok, I’ll go with that. I’ll read, write, or take a rest.
That’s what I’ll do. Take special care of me.
“Pity Party” over.
No more self pity.