Buck Up Buttercup!
This is my goal this week. Stop with the Pity Party, quit with the whining and just get down to the business of re-building.
Buck Up Buttercup!
This seemed like the most appropriate phrase.
I tried Put on your Big Girl Panties and Deal with It! But my big girl panties stay in a bunch these days so that didn’t work out too well.
Put on Some Lipstick, Pour Yourself a Drink and Pull Yourself Together! This one looks real good embroidered on a pillow but didn’t work so well for me. I can’t afford to drink! Lipstick only draws attention to my incomplete dental work and I don’t seem to have the where-with-all to get it together.
Want some cheese to go with that WHINE? This one just made me mad.
Attempted to channel my inner Scarlett O’Hara and think, Tomorrow is Another Day but that didn’t help much since all signs are indicating that tomorrow isn’t going to be much different than today.
It Could be Worse. I know, I know but this only makes me feel guilty! I know things could be worse. I know. I count my blessings-I do. So while I know things could be worse I also know that things are pretty rotten right now. Let’s be honest…things totally and completely SUCK right now. I know they won’t always and I know that things could be much, much worse. There. See—this particular phrase isn’t of much help to me right now.
Buck up Buttercup! seems the least offensive. Plus, it sort of rhymes with the offensive word that I seem to be using a lot of these day. Unladylike-I know. Uncooth-I know. Rude—yeah I know that too. Sometimes a good curse word is all you’ve got and lately—it’s all I have had.
My son keeps hugging me and saying, We are going to be okay. This particular phrase brings no comfort as I don’t want okay to be what we are striving for. Okay should be a temporary adjective that is only used as you transition from good to great. I never, ever thought it would be the pinnacle of our lives. I love that he is trying and I love that he is trying to perk me up but ‘okay’ just feels like a knife to an already bruised chest—and psyche.
That which does not kills us makes us stronger. Counting on it. After surviving this I plan on being strong enough to —-well suffice it to say there is LOTS I would like to be strong enough to do.
Life is all about how you handle Plan B. Uh-this WAS Plan B. Didn’t know I needed to have formulated a PLAN L. L for lying. L for lacks-a-dasical. L for…well you get the idea. And that is exactly what I am working off of now. Let me tell you…coming up with a PLAN L on the fly ain’t so easy.
It’s better to know now….as opposed to when?
Choose Happiness is a personal favorite. (insert sarcastic sneer) because I thought I had chosen happiness! Like anyone would purposefully elect to be betrayed, disappointed, humiliated and broken hearted. That’s just dumb.
Buck up Buttercup!
That’s it. Short-succinct and to the point-that’s exactly what I need. And that’s exactly what I am going to try and do. Buck. Up. I best go back to my IT IS WHAT IT IS mentality and move on. FAKE IT ‘TIL YOU MAKE IT might not be such bad advice right now either. Goodness knows I have seen living proof of the phrase, NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE KINDNESS OF STRANGERS and have been humbled and genuinely touched by the amazing amount s of kindness I’ve been shown in the 2 weeks since my work imploded. NEVER LOOK A GIFT HORSE IN THE MOUTH is one that I never really understood until recently. tomorrow isn’t going to be much different than today.