The Cure for A Horrible Day

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Have you ever been punched in the stomach with so much force that your tongue gets stuck in your throat, then someone dumps ice cold water down your back? Yeah, me neither. But, in this moment I feel like I could relate.

Once again, life has proven it’s not fair. I’ve had opportunities snatched from me and ideas stolen. I’ve been lied to and laughed at. I’ve had my intelligence insulted and my patience tested. I’ve been patted on the head and told to wait my turn while others have jumped the line. I’ve been overlooked and looked down upon. I’ve been doubted and rejected. I’ve worked hard to be given little while others have worked little and have been given it all.  Yet, in this moment, as I feel the heat of resentment rise up my back and my eyes fill with tears of anger, I remember the poem IF. I learned it years ago in college. I read the poem to my son every night with the hope that the words will plant themselves in his psyche. Then, when he is older and he has days like mommy he will remember that he is so much bigger than his problems.

My diary entry is this, “When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on“.

 

 

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