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Throwing Your Own Pity
Party
If I ever found
the need to feel sorry for myself, my mother had a way of shutting me right
down; “Don’t try to invite me to your pity party.” She would say.
Now for those of you who don’t know
what a pity party is, let me explain; a pity party is when a person feels
pitiful so they share their mood with anyone who will listen.
“I’m tired
and I know you should be too, as hard as you work for those unappreciative
kids.”
Notice how
the speaker starts by sharing their own grief and then they invite you in by
telling you that you have even bigger problems.
Research
shows that my mother was right; misery not only likes company, it likes miserable
company. In other words, if I’m feeling down, I want someone to know it, but I
want them to feel down too.
This collective
misery doesn’t help the sad, depressed and downtrodden; it only makes the
feeling worse. Like adding alcohol to bad feelings; a pity party adds insult to
injury.
We are
supposed to seek solace from friends when things are tough, but when you
attempt to make your friends feel bad for your bad feelings, you are not
seeking solace; you are seeking attention and you are throwing a pity party.
Yes, gas is
high, yes kids don’t listen and yes you are tired, but there is another way to
see it. Gas is high, and you are still rolling. Kids don’t listen and neither
did you. You are tired so you must have had something to do and some place to
go.
Suddenly, the pity party becomes a
celebration of life and those around you get to celebrate to.
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Today,
listen for the invitation to a pity party?
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Are
you sending them out?
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Do
you get enough attention?
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Be
joyful and appreciative and throw a different kind of party.
There is plenty to feel bad about but
lots more to celebrate; you pick.
Be you, be well, be JOY
Bertice Berry, PhD.
The amazement of where life has taken me….journey’s full of pain, suffering, joy, happiness, and in the end… serenity with acceptance. I look back at those times when I couldn’t allow my blessings to reach me because of my self-centeredness; an ego which was out of control causing recklessness. I made the same mistakes over and over again because I didn’t trust the spirit. I was In and out of relationships, a nomad wandering the earth in search of manhood and to be loved. I found no love in all the wrong places…..yet a reprieve of sort came my way….Tears of acceptance of learning how to love me shrouded my existence and I started my ascension away from own egotistical garment of nonsense….How magnificent I am as I discovered me…a transformation worthy …. One who found refuge in coming out of the cocoon…of personality disorders…to be the butterfly that is grand, imposing, and absolutely, royal….
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