Pity? Party of One?…

Why do the little things rankle us so? Big fears and challenges call into force our best selves. We are strong. Resilient. We can handle it. When I missed book club last week due to a more pressing need, it was hard to swallow. It was an accident, nobody’s fault, but I felt like a kid who had been grounded from the slumber party with the cool kids. 

Why was missing Book Club such a big deal? It was my first chance to meet new people in my new hometown (two of the perks of moving that I dearly love). New places! New people! New activities! I couldn’t wait to engage in a bookish discussion at my local library, with my soon-to-be friends. As time ticked toward Go time, I made deals; I could slap on some makeup and arrive late or go as was. Both bad options for a first impression, so I accepted defeat. Book Club will meet again, I’ll read and be ready. I am over it. Sometimes we just need to whine, even if it’s only at our pity party of one.

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