Pity Party, Table for One...

Pity Parties are miserable... and I threw myself a pity party this morning... and last night...  You see, I was extremely disappointed in myself last night.  The Christmas fair was, well, not what I had hoped and expected.  I was completely unprepared in so many ways.  Maybe I had too high of expectations and the let down was just too much.  Mind you, I didn't fail miserably, but pretty close to it.  And my perfectionistic self couldn't handle it... and so, I decided a pity party was a perfectly reasonable way to deal with the let down of no one buying my jewelry... OK, to be honest, I did sell a few pieces, which normal humans would probably equate with success... Me however, not so much... and I've been beating myself up far too long about it.  Talking with my good co-worker-friend B, I realized that I am not finding a happy medium between the "logical" and "emotional".  I'm afraid I am solely emotional and can not see the logical through my hazy mist of disappointment.  Just tell me to get over myself... that's all I really need to do.  Sigh... someday... maybe... I can see the good and the "logical".  But, sadly, that day was not today...





My first pity party for myself? This was after I fell into a creek while fishing with the 'rents in FL... they told me not to stand so close to the edge... I didn't listen.  Typical.