Can you ever just be whelmed?
I am.
I am totally, completely, utterly, 100% WHELMED.
I am tired of answering questions, I am tired of getting up early, I am tired of to-do lists, I am tired of talking. It’s in this moment, when I look at my saggy face in the mirror and can’t find the prettiness there, or when I cry for the hundredth time with my very understanding fiance and just wish we had eloped, when the whelming is especially horrible. It’s not insurmountable, I do laugh occasionally, and there are certainly worse fates than spending my waking hours deciding on flowers and cupcakes and hair-dos.
The worst part of it is that normal life still goes on while I feel whelmed. I still have to work every day, Rocky needs a Smog Check, I need to vote, weight needs to be lost, and laundry is piling along with the bills.
Why can’t there be a “whelm button” to just let the tide go out a little, grant me a breath and then come back. C’mon, God, don’t you think that’s a good solution?
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