Whenever I feel a little blue I have a couple of vices I can lean on.

1. Watch out-takes on youtube of Will and Grace (my fav)

3. Watch Ellen Degeneres monologues

 

Now my favorite bit that Ellen D. does, right after the “reaching for toilet paper in a public restroom is like trying to get a pickle out of it’s jar” moment, is where she says something like: You know those days when you just feel really good about yourself? Like your happy with your outfit and shoes and you’re having a good hair day and you’re walking down the street and dag nabbit if the crack in the sidewalk doesn’t grab your shoe. You sort of trip and at that point you can do one of two things, you can go into denial and walk back and look at the spot that tripped you, and realize there in fact was a pebble there, or you can just use the trip to jump start the jog that you were really just about to start. So people sitting outside that cafe see you trip and say “Oh she just tripped! ....Oh no, she was just starting to run I guess...” It’s amazing how much time we spend on thinking about what other people think of us.

 

I wouldn’t say I have those self-esteem days where I hold my head up a little higher than yesterday but I do find humor and truth in what Ellen is saying. Recently I was thrown under a carpet and was forced to either stay there or crawl out and I’d like to think that someone else tossed the carpet over my head but am not completely sold on this scenario. You’d think that it would take maybe 10 seconds to crawl off the floor and out of that cave of a hole that you found yourself in, just as I would like to think. But I’m usually wrong about things. I do believe I am still under that carpet with the knats and moffballs and dead skin cells, however I’m learning under here. As dark as it is, I’m learning. Gives whole new meaning to the dark I know well. These are the best of times, these are the worst of times. No twelves words were ever so important to Ivy Kathleen.

 

peace. love. and statisticals.