Table for One

I had myself a pity party this morning...I mean, a BIG one!!

It wasn't planned (rarely, they are), and it hit me like a ton of bricks. Before I knew it, the invitation had been sent out, responded to and I was taking my designated seat at the head of the table.

After lots of tissues, even more tears and a chat with a dear person in my life, the pity party drew to a close. I updated my Facebook page with the confession of my morning of feeling sorry for myself. My notifications, inbox and cell phone blew up with people. Sometimes it takes a little pity party, and a listening ear with big shoulders, to help you remember that you are loved, you're not alone and to GET OVER IT!! I am thankful for each of the people that "prebussed" and cleared away the junk from my pity party table.

I'm off to take a shower and wash the last bits of pity off of me. When I get out, I will start my Tuesday all over again.

Pick myself up? Don't mind if I do...