The
Pity Pot
My grandmother would never tolerate it when I was whining
about this or that. She wasn’t haven’t any of it. She would say get off your
Pity Pot!
Ouch.
It got me every time. Harsh, Grandma. Harsh. There
was to be no feeling sorry for yourself around her. And , that was a good
thing. It shook me out of my stupor and got me moving.
Well, the poor me tendency is still there as if I got
dealt a bad hand. When in truth, most situations are of my own making. Why don’t
I have a book published? Why can’t I stay home and write an advice column? Why
is everything we own breaking and costing us a fortune? Why can’t our bank
account be abundant and ever flowing?
This is the litany of Whoa Is Me that runs through my
head again and again.
I can change this tune; I really can. It is all up to
me. I have to get off my damn Pity Pot and do something! I’ve always said, “If
you do nothing, nothing happens. If you do something, something happens.” So,
expect nothing if you do nothing. Expect something if you do something, be it
good or bad. The point? I have to at least try.
It’s much like Wayne Gretsky’s quote that goes
something like this: It’s 100% certain
you will miss the shots you don’t
take. Get it? Hockey reference. Take
a shot. You have a chance of it going in. If you don’t at least take the
freaking shot, it will NEVER EVER go in!
So, for God’s Sakes, take the damn shot, Susan!
Geesh. How’s that for a message to me?
Take the shot.
Take the shot.
Take the shot.
Try. Try. Try.
Try what, though? Ahhh. That’s the hard part, eh?
Until next time, for ideas to get off The Pity Pot!
