There is a real art to the balance between not feeling sorry for yourself and giving yourself a break. I am not good at this. I've swung way too far in both directions before and neither is healthy.
You'll never hear me scoff at a "big bad." A big bad on television or in a video game is a main antagonist that is often behind all the smaller obstacles a protagonist must get through in order to reach and defeat the main bad guy of the storyline - the big bad. In life, I define a big bad as something undeniably and hugely negative. A major exam, a larger accident, etc. There are varying levels of bad in both of these cases. Big bads, bigger bads, and the biggest bad.
But, how many little bads does it to take to equal one big bad? It can take only one big bad to ruin a day, a week, or even a year. How many little things can go wrong before you can allow yourself to mourn a bad day the way you would if a big bad occurred? In the last week, I've had bad sleep most nights, my feelings hurt unintentionally, a stupid fight as a result, a fingernail mostly torn off, hit some road bumps in the law school process, a general lack of productivity and a flare up of the chronic discomfort I feel in my neck and shoulders. Still, it could be worse! Those little bads definitely do not equal to a big bad. On the other hand, I remember this week last year the little bads piled up so high I made several life-changing decisions - the kind that one would normally make after something a little more... big.
Maybe I just want to know when I can expect people to feel sorry for me. Selfish, no?
If anyone out there has any insights on how to strike that perfect balance, I (and those closest to me) would greatly appreciate any insight.
Or, how to clean without ripping off more of your fingernail. Owie!
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