Creating My Own Small Victories

"Pity party ends at noon," my dad would normally say, "and then it's time to put your big girl panties on and take care of it..."

And he's right.

And so I did.

After I was done moping about and feeling depressed about my being lonely I decided it was time to end the pity party. I especially knew it was time to end it because I could feel myself becoming self-defeating. I was frustrated and so I didn't want to do anything but hunt down junk food and eat.

And so I took a shower and did my best to feel like I looked as good on the OUTSIDE as I was wanting to feel on the INSIDE. And in the course of getting ready, my mind wandered to another girl in our ward, who was also new. But wasn't a student wife. And then I thought about how hard their move likely was on their family, but her specifically. And that's when my pity party officially ended. I realized that there were others in our ward (it's a very transitional ward with lots of people always coming in and out) who likely felt the exact same way I did. And so I typed up a letter and got some Fresh & Easy strawberry lemonade, along with some fresh strawberries & lemons and took it over to her. It felt good to think about somebody other than myself. Especially somebody I looked up to (she's a FANTASTIC woman), and I felt like could probably have used the same pick me up I needed. She wasn't home, but it didn't matter.

I needed to serve her. For my own small victory.

I also knew that I needed to exercise, no matter WHAT last night, simply because I hadn't had the chance to all weekend and I could feel it; I  had mentally "crashed" yesterday. I felt depressed, and lonely, and angry (that emotion I'm not quite sure why I had, but I did) and so I wanted to experiment and see how well I felt today. And (mentally) I feel SOOO much better. I'm much happier, and much more willing to get things done.

I needed to exercise for another small victory. And it worked.

I would call that a successful experiment.