Pity-Party

I’d love one, but I don’t have time. How does the third week of September work for you?

A friend once told me (stop me if you’ve heard this before) that he didn’t know how I did it. Every time Life knocked me down, I got right back up. I stared at him and laughed, then asked, “You mean there’s a choice?”

You have to get back up, people. While you’re laying there whining, Life is running off with all the good stuff. Get up, go after, and by God this time YOU take LIFE down.

Or get flattened with a bloody nose this time. Oh well. That’s Life–a full-contact extreme sport. It’s not for wimps, that’s for sure.

4 thoughts on “Pity-Party”

  1. I wish I had that strength – right now, whenever life knocks me down I tend to just lie there a bit. But I DO get back up again within a few days, at least. 🙂

    One day I’ll catch up to the bastard and tackle it. Then beat the crap out of it like it’s beat the crap out of me.

    *Hugs*

  2. Lork, I needed this post, thank you.

    Regarding your pirty pity party, I’m imagining brass knuckles as door gifts.

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