Relax. I’m not going to cyber-sing that worn out old song. In fact, if I hear it one more time, I’ll scream.
Maybe it’s dealing with my yo-yo weight syndrome, but I’ve been thinking a lot about feelings lately, and all the things I do (usually destructive) in a vain effort to control or avoid them. (Do YOU do that, by any chance? Come on, tell the truth.)
So instead of indulging in one of my several vices, I’m trying to stop and simply FEEL whatever is going on inside me. Am I bored? Sad? Discouraged? Antsy? And if so, so what??? When did it become terrible to feel any of those perfectly natural human emotions??
Suppose, like a bull-rider trying to stay on the bull until the buzzer sounds (8 long seconds, when you’re being flung about like a noodle on the back of a bad ‘un), I just rode out that feeling? That’s what my dad used to mean when he’d say, “Tough up, cowgirl.”
I’ve become soft and spoiled.
And I’m going to Tough Up, for sure.
Hold me to it, will you?