Oh, Look, Whiner Girl is Back

Well, that's not a very nice way to speak about myself, now is it?

What do you propose?

How about, I'm posting because I took this picture a few days ago and I absolutely love it for some strange reason.

And why would that be?

I took it on a morning when the happiest thing in my world was a banana for breakfast and my favorite loon mug.  I like the colors. I like the curve of the banana. The green of the couch. The brown and black of my favorite mug

This does sound nicer than comparing yourself to your grandfather with red hair

Well, I am stuck in a rut.  And I can't say that this is the most pleasant blog to read right now.  Why, my pity party didn't even include the gall bladder surgery when listing all the done me wrongs of illness.  I don't understand why this is throwing me for a loop. It's not even the worst time of my life.  Yet I can't maintain any sense of humor.  Only cynical, woe is me pity.  It's just that I'm sick of myself being sick.  Yet it feels as if I'm missing some vital lesson here mostly because I refuse to accept the fact that the only one who can take care of me is me.

Yes, You do rail against that. Why is that?

It's familiar is the easy and most obvious answer.  I want someone else to give me the kind of care I think I give to others.  Yet no one can give me the kind of care I give others because no one else is me.

That is a problem, isn't it.  So why don't you relent and start treating yourself better?  Let go of a resentment meant for no one. 

I'm trying.  And getting better at it.  I think.  Isn't that a nice picture?

Blessings abound