Wallowing

Now playing: Silver & Gold by Neil Young. (One of the albums that was in CONSTANT rotation in my CD player during the summer of 2001).

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I fear I have been wallowing a bit here lately. Not for any good reason, other than I guess I have felt like it. For a good long time, now that I think about it.

I have never been a big fan of wallowers. Not because I lack empathy or compassion, or because I believe that people do not have real problems. I know they do ... and I also know that, every once in a while, each one of us needs and even deserves to host our very own pity party. Over the big, real, honest-to-goodness problems in life, or even the teeny-weeny, not-detectible-to-the-human-eye setbacks.

And then: “Get over it.” Or, as Tee-Hee and I would say: “Git over it.”

Wallowing is the tendency to bask in your own misery. Wallowing is the inability to accept the situation and appreciate every positive moment, no matter how short or how unexpected or how beautiful because, basically ... well, you are too busy wallowing to notice.

Wallowing is the not letting go of everything and all things that can and could possibly hold you back.

I know and have known people who are/were not happy unless they are/were miserable. Which sounds like a huge oxymoron, but they do exist. And, usually, they are not completely blissful unless they are making others unhappy, too.

I do not want to be one of those people.

I refuse to wallow.

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You know how you listen to certain albums so many times that you know exactly when your favorite song on the CD is coming up? And you know how happy you feel, right when the song before your favorite song on the CD is finishing?

That is me, at this moment, with “Razor Love” coming up in just a few notes.

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