A while back, I called your aunt ready to “vent” about how I’d been done wrong. I told her all the details of the story and how I had not been considered or thought of. She seemed to be playing “Devil’s advocate” by trying to help me see the possible "other side" of the story. This only made me explain all the more why I knew I had been mistreated and should be apologized to. Then, in only the way a sister could do, she said, “Lindsey, I think you need to go read your ‘Toddler Tantrum’ post because you are having a tantrum.”
I didn’t love hearing that rebuke from my sister; my feelings did not all of a sudden go away, but I did take a moment to stop and evaluate myself.
{Pity} party of one!
Isn’t it frustrating when you seem to be the only one who understands your side of the story or why you’ve been wronged somehow? Typically, when I allow myself to have a pity party, all too soon I realize I’m the only one there. How could something I feel so strongly not be evident to those close to me?
As a woman, I know I can “feel” my way toward a bad attitude or poor decision in a heartbeat. It’s easy to forget how fickle my own feelings can be.
