A couple of weeks ago, I fell off several wagons. It’s not important which ones; there are so many to choose from. Pick one…or three. My go to place when this happens is shame. I spend hours, days even, reliving moments, conversations, what-ifs. I’m so stupid, why did I do that, why didn’t I do this. &$;:%#^y $:)^#^ing stupid, stupid me. Like I’m the only one who ever threw away a week’s worth of weight loss on a bag of m & m’s, or had no idea where our tax refund actually went. The thing about making mistakes, or embarrassing yourself or saying something without thinking is you have a choice. You can wallow in the head-banging “why, why, why am I so stupid?!” Or you can admit you did something that clearly wasn’t the best choice and learn something. Make it right and move on. Fall…or Fly.
Fall or Fly carynjune