I was wondering why the drive part of the commute was easier this morning, even with an accident. That would explain it.

If I can hold on until the weekend, it should warm up....

The other day, I was complaining about the excessive cold snap and my daughter, in her most exasperated tone said, "Mommy, it's March. In like a lion? Out like a lamb."

Freshiepants.

After typing and deleting a bunch of stuff, I have come to the conclusion that I must STOP COMPLAINING.

I'm back at work today.

I have come to the conclusion that I must STOP COMPLAINING.

But what fun is that???

{{{Nora}}}

Also, Cindy, you're daughter is a nut.

Do we all have to stop complaining?

It's just...

um...

I wasn't prepared.

Um...

The dog ate my homework.
The power went out and I couldn't study.
My father's an alcoholic.
I have an anxiety disorder.
All the other kids are doing it.
I saw it on MTV.
I listened to a record backwards, and the next thing I knew, I was eating Twinkies and taking Prozac, and bam.

I can't do it. I can't do it. I can't do it. Can I have a pass to the guideance office?

No, my complaining likely depresses only me, for everyone else can scroll on by (as is only right.) All others can still vent and whatnot!

I do not know why I appear to be GOING INSANE now after many years of being vaguely dysfunctional but still, um, functioning.

You and me both, sister. Hey, let's put on our tinfoil hats and develop an environmental poisoning conspiracy. Clearly, something's been put into the water, or the environment on the North Shore. It's not us. It's them. Um.

Also, and in a more serious note, you just switched your med formulation. Maybe your body needs to get used to the change?

Also, and in a more serious note, you just switched your med formulation. Maybe your body needs to get used to the change?

Yes, I'm sure that's it, logically. But the increasingly vocal stupid part of my brain is just swirling around whining about being too cold and being too tired and having back pain and WHY DOES EVERY THING HAVE TO BE SO HARD OH NOES. And then I want to smack myself. And that's my day!

Sorry Cindy, but your post reminded me of
I got some ice cream
You ain't got none
You can't afford it
Cause your mama's on the welfaare,
And your dad's an alcoholic

It is too cold, and neither fatigue nor pain are a boon to a person's outlook. You're ground down, Nora. I wish I could help you.

I don't know the particulars of radical acceptance, but I think I get the overall concept in a vague way (like, I understand both words and when I put them together, I still sort of understand them). The term always makes me think of the Serenity Prayer (A.A. tool, not a Firefly reference) -- accept the things I can't change, change the things I can, have the wisdom to know the difference.

It seems to me that by choosing not to complain, you're taking a huge step.