Monday, October 02, 2006

Before I Say Anything Else

Thank you. I mean that genuinely.

I had originally considered removing the comment feature on my last entry because I didn't want anyone to try and say something to make me feel better. That's because I didn't want to feel better. I wanted to be inconsolable, to wallow in my misery, to throw a full blown pity party with crepe streamers and mylar balloons. I deserved it dog-gone-it! If I couldn't have my moment at the finish line then I was not about to be cheated from my moment of high-octane defeatism.

But you, and you know who you are, ruined it for me. You went ahead and took time out of your day to not only read my depressing diatribe but to post a comment that was understanding of my disappointment and sympathetic to my need to wallow, whine and wig out.

I didn't think words could help, but they did. And I owe you. Thank you.

And Dana thanks you too. More than you will ever know.

Now, on to Plan B. . .

1 comment:

Jules said...

You are a beautiful spirit with drive, determination and unfortunately a bum ankle. I am so sorry that something you could not control sidelined you. Truly it is ok to be upset and disappointed.

I too and experiencing disappointment right now, and it is the taking away of our hopes that leaves us so empty.

It was no small task to get yourself to that starting line. Look at your journey to that moment, all that it has taken you and all that you have learned about yourself through the hundreds of miles you walked before the marathon.

Truly an equally important accomplishment is just getting there. You have done it once and you can do it again! And we will all be right here reading about the evil twins, the sewn closed pockets and the ups and downs. Remember, without the downs, the ups have no meaning.

Take care- J