Enough with the Whine

Goodness gracious, I have this lovely pink apartment, and I feel like all I ever do in it is whine and complain. And that simply won't do -- wine is perfectly acceptable in my pink apartment, but I think that my whining has got to stop.

So *brisk clap* let's move onto to something that is happy and nice, shall we?

I asked what happens if my best wasn't good enough. And you all made me feel much better. Because you made me realize that everyone feels like that at one time or another. And all you have to do is keep trying. And hope it's enough.

And, as it turns out, while it might not have been my best, it still was enough. Because I applied to graduate school and medical school, and actually got in. Seriously? I think that no one was more surprised that me.

And the lesson? Sometimes you just have to keep trying. Eventually you get there.

Although I do have a feeling that this is going to give me a whole different set of things to whine about discuss at my pretty pink apartment...

Time Heals

Holy cow, my poor little special place has gotten quite dusty. Oops! I'll just clear out some of these cobwebs and try to be a better apartment keeper!

So, back to the post at hand.

I am stunned. And if I could think of a better word for it, I would use it.

In the past three weeks I have discovered that my best friend - who I am no longer speaking to and likely won't, ever again - is getting married. In six months. A wedding that I won't be invited to, to a woman I will never meet.

And then I found out that my once fiance, who swore up and down that he didn't want any babies, who was adamant about me not being pregnant, is having one. With his now-wife. So there's a double surprise.

And....and I feel like a horrible person, because my initial reaction to any of these bits of good news isn't "oh, good for them" like a nice person would react. My reaction is more along the lines of "oh, woe is me" which is a horrible reaction both because it is selfish and because none of the news has anything to do with me anyway. I want all of the people involved to be happy - I just wish their happiness didn't sting the way it does at the moment.

But time heals many wounds.

So when someone asks me if I've heard the good news, I'll just smile and say "That's wonderful!". And I'll hope that with enough practice I'll start to believe it.

Time heals all wounds.

Doesn't it?