A Little Bit Better

Jekyll Island - FD Thornton 2011 
Good Afternoon. Sometimes the world has a way off throwing a bucket of cold water on an otherwise good day. Without boring you with the sad details of my errand running turned into one long drawn out panic attack. From the bank, to the drug store, to the grocery store, the morning was a long "little shop of horrors". 

 Like I said, the world has a funny way of slapping you back to reality. I mean here I sit and write about the virtues of quieting your mind and putting your best foot forward. Yet there I was melting down like a candle in a firestorm. I suppose the question I have to ask myself is do the events of the day give me the excuse to beat myself down? 

 Despite the shame I may feel about my weakness; it still doesn't give me the right to abuse myself. While that may sound a bit weird, self-correction is one thing; self-abuse is a whole other animal. Yes I wasn't prepared for what the day brought and yes, I could have handled it better. But calling myself weak or stupid are not ways to reinforce my already shaky foundation. 

 Again I'll say, we are all human and we are each bound to screw-up. So make course corrections if you have too, but don’t abuse the abused. Treat yourself with just as much love and respect as you would everyone else you love. So when days like this come at you or me again, maybe this time we can handle our failures a little bit better. 

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