Life hands us stuff: lemons, blessings, unfortunately located piles of dog poo, rainbows….etc. Not all of it is tasteful, but our job is to make do.
That means thinking WTF and moving on.
WTF as in: WHATEVER. TOTALLY FINE.
Hairline fracture to the rib. From leaning over an armrest to grab a pen that had rolled off my desk.
Whatever. Totally Fine.
I’m a champion.
This, my friends, is a product of fine-honed Vitamin D deficiency and malnourishment. WTF. Totally Fine.
No… really. It’s not fine. It’s not funny. It’s LAME and SICK and frankly…it pisses me off. (Yes. Pisses.)
So…in a way? Yeah. Whatever. TOTALLY FINE. Because you know what? I’m DONE with this shiz. Done.
It’s clicking. Miraculously by the Grace of God… I am getting healthy and I am no longer scared. Fear is fake, anyway.
Meanwhile….don’t worry about me. I’m sure I’ll be okay. I’ve got so much to be grateful for – to look forward to.
- I miss blogging because I miss …YOU. (Yes, you.) So fill me in…what are you WTFing about.
- Also, please say hi if you never comment. Please? I’m-a play the sick card.