Dealing with disappointment.
In the middle of an episode of Desperate housewives, I'm really disappointed with what Gaby has done, to actually do something selfish such as separating a family, just to take back her own biological daughter. Even if no damage was done after that, the intention of such act has been unforgivable to me.
Speaking about disappointment, which seems to be rather appropriate for the cold lonely season, in contrast to the warm firewood and caroling fun, comes in hard on me this time. The feeling of indifference and being taken granted for stirs that agony and angst. I can only be thankful for learning a precious lesson that I shouldn't give up on anything that comes easy, as coming easy doesn't mean it is of lesser value to me. Probably not doing onto others what I doesn't want people to do onto me.
Speaking about disappointment, which seems to be rather appropriate for the cold lonely season, in contrast to the warm firewood and caroling fun, comes in hard on me this time. The feeling of indifference and being taken granted for stirs that agony and angst. I can only be thankful for learning a precious lesson that I shouldn't give up on anything that comes easy, as coming easy doesn't mean it is of lesser value to me. Probably not doing onto others what I doesn't want people to do onto me.