Monday was quite possibly the worst day I’ve had in months. I think it was partly due to some lingering sadness over my favorite sister-in-law Holli being so visibly gone from our lives, and partly because sometimes life fucking sucks.
I know, I know… “Suck it up Sarah.” But for once I don’t want to. We all have those days, right? RIGHT?
Rather than sucking it up I called a friend of mine who, despite the situation, always has the ability to cheer me up.
“I need to talk.”
“I hate my life. Everything is wrong and I’m just tired of going at it alone every single day.”
“Specifics, Sarah, we can talk through this.”
“It’s dreadfully hot in my apartment, and suddenly I’m regretting my decision not to move in with my brother. I have this stupid rash on my legs that not only won’t go away but also is making me so itchy I’m afraid I am going to scratch my skin off. I had a bad day at work and wanted to walk out and never return. I was well on my way to my math class and was in such a foul mood I knew I’d likely throw a book at the professor if he told me to plug and chug one more time, so I turned around and drove back home. Once I got home I realized I was alone. Just like I am every single day of my life and for once I wasn’t OK with it.”
“Sarah, you’re beautiful, smart, clever, and the most comical woman I know. Many people would love to have your life.”
“Well can you find one of those people and I’ll trade them? Pick one who has AC, a dishwasher, a sexy husband who can cook, a pool, skinny thighs and a flat tummy.”
“Yeah, let me get right on that one.”