Perspective

Today’s post is meant to encourage those of you who are in the depths of despair. Anne of Green Gables used this phrase and rather freely, though I’m not sure any of her despair really warranted such theatrics. Which is exactly why I love Anne of Green Gables and am still hoping my hair will turn red and that I can live in Nova Scotia with my bosom friend, Diana Barry. Raspberry cordial, anyone?

Theatrics from Anne mouth are lovely, but I came across a little quotation that might not resound quite as deeply. I try not to involve myself in celebrity bashing because celebrities are real people with very real problems. I would hate having the life of a famous person and I get a little itchy just thinking about it. I am honestly looking around for calamine lotion right now, and that might not be merely the result of an angry mosquito who found me last night.

So I will not name the famous person who said the following words. Just know she was referring to a “nervous breakdown” she experienced after HER WISDOM TEETH WERE PULLED.

“I was down in the dumps about everything there for a while,” she said. “Sometimes you have to hit rock bottom about things and have to get the most stressed-out just to feel better again. I got completely stressed-out and couldn’t handle everything, and now I feel really in control.”

I don’t have much to add. I hope you have not “hit rock bottom” today and that you feel you can “handle everything,” even teeth. You just remember this woman’s courage in the face of such hardship. May it inspire you to press on through poverty! Famine! Disease! Recessions! These things are nothing compared to wisdom teeth!

I love you people.

1 thought on “Perspective”

  1. I too, have suffered the injustices of this cruel world. My despair formed itself in a puddle beneath my feet. I side swiped my diet coke with my rear end upon standing. I watched in slow motion horror as my carbonated mood lifter hurled to the ground. Well fiddle. By 11:30 I was biting my nails, avoiding phone calls, and talking to myself for distraction. I was at "rock bottom". Working in a hospital, I was sure I had access to intravenous lines. I wondered how long hooking my line to the coffee pot would take. Who was I kidding. Had I lost it? Someone would surely see a line all the way into the kitchen. I'm a big girl. Running doesn't come easy. I could have ran laps around Wilma Rudolph. Just when it seems like life isn't worth living, the clock strikes 12. Move over laides, operation diet coke chuggin in progress…..

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