Some days we feel like all we ever do is worry what other people are thinking. 'Is she mad at us?' 'Are they happy?' 'Are we acting like a nutjob?' It's exhausting, and frankly m'dears, it's not doing anything for our figures or our faces. Who wants to be a sad-sap walking around all Eeyore-poor me and Eeyore-poorer me? Not us (well, except for the pink bow. tres kitschy). Alas, there's a reason little Eeyore was concocted... adulthood. Come on: every lad and lass can relate to that little gray egomaniac in some ways on some days. But there's always a choice. You can wake up and go, 'Today I'm going to think only of myself and how hard my life is,' or you can wake up whistling zippity-do-da out of your asshole. Because let's be honest; our lives are not that hard and we must live for ourselves, not for others.
All this was brought home to our deary minds this morning, when our lovely Weenie-poodle said to us,
"But in reality guilt is a waste of time. It never makes us feel any better, only worse. In my opinion…guilt and the word “should” are somewhat pointless…get rid of them!"
Oh deary-dear... so true and well-said and cheers to us and you and frozen margaritas on a Tuesday! Now go frolick in the autumn midst, and don't pay any mind to those phone calls you have to make... Just smile and wink and tip your drink back.