Keeping a Positive Perspective

I am alone on a holiday I have for 28 years spent with loved ones. I suspect it's bound to happen in someone's life at least once. This is my year. One year in San Diego has proven my ability to make friends isn't as good as I thought. My loved ones are all far away, together. The kids are bored and playing games on the computer no doubt. The adults are talking about the economy, sports, and work. Perhaps my name even gets brought up. My best friends are settling in with their family, too. Sadly, I am the only one I know alone.

So I can focus on that thought and spend the day curled up on the couch, where I watch pathetic movies between sobbing fits, surrounded in a sea of tissue and junk food. I would, no doubt, let the thought swallow me whole. The sad realization I will not speak to anyone face to face for four days- unless I brave the maddness and shop this weekend (not likely for someone borderline depressed). The knowledge that my husband is on the other side of the world, working his ass off on a day that should be spent relaxing. The thought that - if only for a moment- I could stop existing and very few people's lives would be impacted today. Heck, it would take several days for someone to discover it.

That would be what I call the Lonely Bridget Jones' Diary Moment



I could, but I won't. Most of what we think we're worth is based upon what we allow ourselves to believe and tell ourselves (which really go hand in hand- if someone says you're worthless and you tell yourself they're right, you believe it- but you shouldn't).

I believe a military wife has to have the right mentality if she wants her marriage to survive. She chose this life by choosing the military man. I chose this life. That means I must be strong. I must be, so I will be. And the key to this? Distraction!

Hello projects around the house, hello games, and hello Castle marathon! I don't care if I end up washing the shower curtain with a toothbrush- I will do what it takes to prevent myself from having a Lonely Bridget Jones Diary moment and wallowing in pity for a lifestyle I chose! I must be stronger than that, therefor I am.