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Stuff Your Stupid Uplifting Blog Post

Sometimes, I get really tired of uplifting blog posts. Or motivational quotes. Or inspiring stories of people triumphing against all odds. Or pictures of animals hugging each other.

Sometimes, I just want to be in a thunderously bad mood, all right?

Sometimes, I want to be a toddler having a tantrum. I want to stomp my foot and pound my fists against the floor, and scream, “It’s NOT going to be okay, it’s not it’s not it’s not!” I refuse to be cheered. I won’t breathe deeply, or imagine my ethereal higher self cradling me—in fact, just the thought of imagining that makes me want to run head-first into a wall. I don’t want to chant forgiveness mantras or hug a freaking rhododendron.

I will not be assuaged, damn it! Stuff is seriously sucking around here and I demand my right to be pissed off about it!

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How to Rock Your Right Life No Matter How Heavy Your Load

Balanced Rock Arches National Park, Utah, USA

Balanced Rock Arches National Park, Utah, USA

When I was little, I had a rock collection, culled mostly from the landscaping in my front yard.

I named each of them in a list my mom has in a scrapbook. Some were pretty lame: Rocky, Pebble, Stone. Others had weird names whose origin I no longer remember. What was up with Bee Boy? Garg? Twoy?

I don’t have those rocks anymore, but as I grew up and went about my life, I’ll be darned if I didn’t acquire more. Rocks with names like Abandonment, Loneliness, Anger, and Isolation. The older I grew, the bigger and heavier the rocks got: Chronic Illness. Unemployed. Infertile. Separated. At one point in my life, the weight of all those rocks was so overwhelming I truly thought I’d be crushed beneath them. Sometimes, I thought I deserved to be.

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