I’m listening to a new book called, The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck.
I was 10 minutes in and already laughing at my own expense. Yes I feel guilty about a lot of things and yes I feel guilty right now for feeling guilty.
When I’m mad, I get frustrated and mad more quickly about petty things.
When I’m anxious, I become more anxious about being too anxious all the time.
I love looking into these feelings, discovering what makes me tick. Why I am the way am and maybe how I can change for the better.
I’m always looking for the next self help book that will help me be better, better at writing, better at momming, better at making art, better at volleyball, better at life. Sometimes I can be deep into these books and totally bought into the message that, yes I can be happier if I just tweak these few things and keep my kitchen sink clean. Gee, I guess I never realized that I wasn’t happy enough… until I saw a book that pointed it out or social media posts of seemingly happy people to compare myself to.
What I’m learning from this particular self titled “the anti-self help book,” is that maybe we just have bad days, anxious days, angry days, guilt-filled days. It’s a just a matter of seeing it for what it is and not letting those feelings take over my entire week, month, year or life.
Sometimes life sucks and the sooner I accept that, the better I’ll be.