Disappointment, Guaranteed

Today’s lesson is: How to deal with disappointment.

Actually, that’s a leap of faith. Auntie is trying to figure this out and I thought, well, “those who can’t do, teach” so I opened this file and started typing with the presumption that something would come out and lo and behold, it has.

That doesn’t make it any good, though. Sorry. There are no guarantees in life.

Ooh, waitaminnit!

There are no guarantees in life. That’s pretty good. I can work with that. No guarantees in life, not even the ability to make lemonade when the cliché calls for it.

That doesn’t make it any less disappointing, though.

Well, if someone asked me this on Quora, I’d tell them to distract themselves, preferably by being useful. It’s my go-to for just about anything, mostly because doing something useful for yourself or someone else gives a sense of accomplishment which can offset most bad feelings.

But what to do when the disappointment comes from a failure to be useful to someone? That’s Auntie’s problem right now. Tried & failed. Now what?

Ergo and therefore my return to the blog format to vent. Q.E.D.

I forgot how comfortable this is. I really missed you guys. Auntie has always been the type to work things though out loud. Having even a possibly hypothetical audience is making it happen.

And writing all this filled the time while the washer finished its thing. Now I can move the stuff to the dryer, which is useful and ought to make me feel better.