Failure, Getting Up…Again, Progress

The allotted amount of time for wallowing in self pity varies. It can be anywhere from 30 minutes to 24 hours. It depends on what has you wanting to wallow. That's the agreement between my friends and me. If my mother is involved I get 5 minutes or it may be less and I am told to say prayer and move forward. Sometimes I don't even tell my mother what the deal is because I NEED A FULL 24 HOURS TO WALLOW.


Well, my 24 hours is over. Thanks T-Bone for daintily handling this bout of self pity and checking in with text messages, calls every few hours and trying to get me out of the house. I have put down the ice cream, let go of the fork that was shoveling cake into my mouth, no more super salty crispy bok choy, no more sitting in my room catching up on missed episodes of True Blood and Big Love. It's time to re-enter the world, get back to the gym, say that prayer and move forward.

I have things to do…so nice to have sister friends who keep you in line and make sure you don't pass the 24 hour mark. Life is so SHITTY FAB!

That's T-Bone...always good for a laugh.


Sister friends are a blessing!
Photography by Christine Jean Chambers