I had a message last week from a follower on Instagram. She was going through a difficult time and was hoping to get encouragement from me since I always seemed so positive. I listened, poured out what little support and words of affirmation I could offer from a distance and hoped that I was able to sprinkle some fairy dust on her day.
The embarrassing truth was that I was having a miserable day as well. I had made some careless scheduling mistakes that cost me opportunities…paid opportunities.
Shameful stupidity, regret and hermit lady with the blinds closed was the name of the game that day.
I was in my pj’s well past 3pm, had polished off the kids hidden stash of fish crackers and was Netflixing for a good 3 hours when I finally let out that good hard cry that I has been shutting up with powdered cheesy goodness.
I called my girls for a “therapy session” while I licked the rest of that caked-on neon cheese from my fingers. Feeling drained and dirty, I figured I should take a shower. Walking past the mirror I realized that I looked even more pathetic than I felt. I’ve since learned that when I feel like crap not to look in the mirror. Simply turn the eyes away and get in the shower. Trust.
I stepped out of the shower smelling of lavender and coconut, but still drained and weak. I decide to forgo dressing and just put on a robe to plop myself right back to the couch where Netflix awaits to whisk me away from reality again…well at least for another 3 hours until the kids come back from their visit with dad.
Thoroughly lazy and comfy-cozy in my favorite robe and a bowl of strawberries, I get sucked into the black hole of Netflix browsing for the perfect movie. I was starting to feel better, albeit still incredibly drained, but that feeling of hopelessness was fading into the background of that feel-good movie Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.
Janey and Jeff just finished their synchronized gymnastic feat that put spoiled Natalie back in her place (but ugh, I want her closet!), when I realize that the dark cloud that had been hovering over me had now dissipated.
It was a stupid mistake. Oh well. Lesson: double check dates when it’s something this important.
And that’s when my phone gets a-buzzing, “You always seem so positive…how do you do that?”.
Well, there you go. My secret to always being positive is that I’m not.
I break down, throw myself a pity party, call my backups, treat myself to some goodness and put it all into perspective again.
Wait, there’s more.
I plan for an afternoon of misery. Yup, I truly do. When something goes terribly wrong, and I mean incredibly disappointing, I set aside an afternoon with no kids and no other commitments to just wallow in my sadness and misery.
It may seem counterproductive, but as you can see, I have the whole plan–from misery to recovery—all set-out.
Try it out! I’m seriously interested to see of this method of “quick recovery after disappointment” works for anyone else.