I spent some time feeling sorry for myself today. And it sucked. But then I thought about it and realized I felt sorry for myself based on other people’s perceptions of me. What is that all about?
First, I decided to feel a little self-pity because I’m not a stay at home mom. Heaven knows I would like to be, but that’s just not in the cards for me. I’m a career woman. My son started going to daycare when he was 8 weeks old. And apparently some people believe that this isn’t healthy for him to be outside the home for 40 hours per week. Ouch.
Second, I decided to feel a little self-pity because I’m a slow runner. Because apparently others feel that way. Have you ever received a pseudo-sympathetic reaction to something that is a huge accomplishment for you? I have, and it sucks.
But here’s the thing: I am choosing to let other people’s opinions hold dominion over me. And that’s lame. Why do I care what they think?
My son is amazing. He is smart, funny, kind, and so incredibly sweet. He thrives in whatever environment he’s in and while I don’t spend every waking moment with him, I go out of my way to make sure the time I do spend with him counts. Because I work we’re able to provide him with experiences and adventures we would never give him otherwise.
I may not be a fast runner but I’ll be damned if that matters. A mile is a mile no matter what speed you run it. I’m out there doing things I never would’ve dreamed possible. I’ve run 5 half marathons in the last 6 months. Why should I feel bad about that?
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
– DH Lawrence
There’s no time for self-pity.