I just experienced the most trying year, maybe 2 years of my life. My sisters have had a rough one, too. I am not talking about a bad wax, broken heel, or a fender bender or something. I would have welcomed that shit. I am talking about real life, big girl, fucked up shit, yo. The younger me would have crumbled but survived, barely, on some mediocre shrink advice, Xanax, a few friendly shoulders to cry on, unhealthy relationships, some late nights sucking back on grandpa’s old cough medicine, and a substantial weight loss. That was how I used to cope. If you can call it that. I could have easily gone back to those things. Believe me, it was fucking hard to “dance in the rain” when all I thought I would do, at times, was crumble. But I couldn’t because I have babies. Babies that need a strong ass mom to raise them to one day become strong ass people. And I had to be strong for my sisters. I had to be strong for them and them for me. Most importantly, I had to be strong for me. I needed to build up my self confidence and self worth because secretly, all of that was in the shitter. How did I do it without having a nervous breakdown? Without going back to my former “coping skills”? How did I gain a few unwanted pounds instead of losing an unhealthy amount? I will tell you. I ate a shit ton of chocolate and fucking laughed! In retrospect, I would have laughed harder so I could have laughed my fat ass off, but there’s always next time, right? I personally needed to stop taking life so seriously because life was going to take me. For real. Life is about seeing the good in the bad and making the best of things. Nothing lasts forever. It may feel that way, I know one year of my life felt like ten, but eventually the cloudy skies turn into sunny ones again and I am o.k. Better than o.k.
We all have our own personal “storms” wreaking havoc on our lives. Heart aches, death, illness, financial problems, experiences, bad memories, anxiety, personal struggles of all kinds… Unfortunately, the list can get long. I am not suggesting you make a joke of life. I am suggesting during the storms, while its raining, while the clouds linger over your head, think about the beauty that exists in your life and enjoy it! Make the best of these “shit-uations” and fucking laugh! When it rains, it pours, and when it pours, DANCE!
Get your God damn dancing rain boots on and shake that shit, girl!