Anyway, after I quit about a thousand pounds was lifted off my shoulders and everything was like, peachy-keen. Uber-peachy-keen. For a really long time. A year plus. I mean sure I had my moods, but through the rest of the pregnancy and K.Lo’s first year, I was over the moon. I was all zen. Because I knew how much worse my daily existence could be. I was totally Pollyanna, and I could beat you at the Glad Game any day of the week.
Pollyanna is the Yin to my Inner Snark’s Yang. I embrace them both. For awhile, while suffering Post-Traumatic Pollyanna Disorder (PTPD), I lost sight of my Snark. And then it seemed the Snark returned, and I lost sight of my Pollyanna, a.k.a. Penelozen.
BUT: one can be endlessly grateful toward life’s gifts and remain a bitch. So easy for one to forget! Here’s to reclaiming my PTPD, minus the PT, and this time I promise not to lose the snark.
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self aware / good.
I learned how not to be a door mat and then found that it was hard to edit how I reacted to stressors (especially customer service people, sorry to all the CSR's I've growled at). I think I've got it down now (M, no really, I think, I've got it!). You are the role model for your progeny.
Penelozen sounds like a drug, and I want some.
it's almost as good as penolin.
LOL.. This is great. I think we've all felt this way!
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