I’m trying to deal with myself.
When left to my own (tragically flawed, insufferably human) devices, I find it regrettably easy to get swept up in all sorts of drama. Pettiness, obscenely inappropriate reactions to trivial matters, and a roller coaster experience of day-to-day life are no strangers to me. Deep down, though, in my heart of hearts, I know that I feel the strongest, most stable, and most content when I’m sticking to a drama-free diet. Thus, I’ve been striving to devote my attention to silver linings, rose-tinted glasses, and a general Pollyanna philosophy in life lately.
My commitment to kicking Drama while she’s down is why I’ve decided not to write at length about the following incidents:
1. The 2012 Leaky Apartment/Mouldy Mattress/Super Expensive New Mattress Debacle
Nope. I’m not giving in to you, Drama! We bought a new bed. Because we had to. Because our old one rotted right through (nasty!!) That’s all I’m going to say about that.
2. The Return of My Youngest Sister’s Evil Blood Clot
What did I tell you, Drama? I’m not interested in hanging out with you anymore! So my sister’s leg puffed up again and she was put back on blood thinning meds and daily injections. She’s only 26. I could make more out of this issue. I could blow it out of proportion and start ranting about pharmaceutical companies or some other corporate scape goat (like I did the first time it happened). But I’m not going to. Instead, I’m going to thank the heavens that my sister is still alive and (mostly) thriving. She’s in good hands and this, too, shall pass.
3. The Mayan Prophecy
Seriously, Drama? You should know better than this. I haven’t been swept up at all in the December 21st hype. I don’t know what to think of the Mayan calendar, but I certainly don’t believe that the world is going to blow up and end on a sudden and catastrophic note 2 weeks from now. That said, we’ll be spending the holidays in Calgary this year, and Marty’s parents are Huge Believers in the End of Time. We were asked to send them a list of non-perishable foods we can still eat on our newfangled elimination diet, so when we arrive to Calgary (just in time for the end of the world, natch), we’ll be fully stocked with vegan, gluten free, soy free, and garlic free canned goods. Yum!
I’ve actually been doing great lately, in spite of mildewy mattresses, allergic reactions to mould spores indoors, blood clot fiascoes, and the impending End of the World. Go figure, I’ve been feeling like a million bucks on this elimination diet of ours, and I’ve even stumbled upon a new passion that might involve me going back to school some day (if only the planet doesn’t blow up before I can properly research schools and enroll). I’ll fill you in on the sordid details at some point. It is December, though– you know how that goes.
How about you, readers– are you a slave to the Drama Llama? Are you terrified about the End of the World? How is your collection of canned/dry goods looking these days? Any experiences you (don’t) want to share with me?