Make Lemon Pie
From the lovely "Prepare to Meet Your Bakerina," this post:
When life hands you lemons, make lemon pie
For someone who spends every blustery subzero February singing to the universe to bring spring forth already, I have not been adjusting well to spring this year, dear friends.
I had thought that the arrival of longer days, bright yellow sunshine and ridiculously-saturated blue skies would have been just the thing to clear winter's cobwebs away, but instead all that sunshine has done is illuminate just what a poor job I've done keeping those cobwebs from forming in the first place.
It's not that there is anything wrong, outside of the usual collection of irritants and whimsies of which life consists; it's just that my attitude about it all has been so terrible. To call it pessimism is to miss the mark slightly: not only is the glass half-empty, but if I had been a better person I would have remembered to buy more water so that the glass could always remain full.
...if there is one thing worse than morose torpor, it's realizing that you have given up the past week/six months/ten years of your life to morose torpor.
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