Whoa Is Me

Sometimes a typo is just a typo and sometimes a typo is nothing short of a keyboard stroke of genius. Just yesterday a friend of mine with a life any hipster would envy emailed me. He caught himself wallowing in the mud of self-pity just a little and dragged himself out of the puddle with the phrase, "I don't want to be all 'whoa is me.'"

I know where he was going with it but, people, you know how I love a good old fashioned Freudian slip. And it got me thinking, I can't think of anything better to be than all whoa is me. Seriously. Do a little dance, make a little love, get down tonight, whoa is me.

Maybe that's what inspired me to buy that fire engine red lipstick.

You might remember that a little while back I took a seminar and came home feeling better. Well, this weekend I'm taking the advanced course and I'm planning on coming home feeling invincible. As in bullet proof. And maybe a little whoa is me.

Have you ever considered how fabulous your life could be if only you could get out of your own way? I mean, imagine what life would be like if you just did all the stuff you put on your list of New Year's Resolutions and stopped hesitating, hedging, and hoping. Imagine being the best possible version of yourself.

Seriously, even Oprah isn't quite managing it. She can't be. If she was she wouldn't have so many latest, greatest diets to endorse. Unless, as I've mentioned before, it's all part of her master plan. If that's the case, then I beg your pardon, Oprah.

But I don't want to be Oprah so much. I just want to get out of my own way. I just want, you know, everything and all of that and, maybe, some of the other stuff I've been putting off until tomorrow.

Yeah. I'd like to be a little in awe of myself. And also, I'd like to spend more than my fair share of time laughing. I figure, what with all the people in the world who have real tragedy in their lives, there's got to be room for one person who is just over-the-top giddy.

I'm volunteering for that job. Someone has to do it and I really think I'm your woman.

Because, hey, whoa is me, right? And, if I'm going to go there, I don't see the point in not having some extra to spread around.

If I'm going to be the change I want to see in the world, well, this may sound simple, but I think it starts with smiling more, and maybe some giggling. I think giggling would be a great change to see in the world. Almost as great as people taking a little time at the end of the day to reflect on their accomplishments and come up with an overwhelming sense of whoa is me.

 

Comments

[Colt]

This has nothing to do with your current post but I had to tell you that I was at work pulling out a thousand little white lights when I googled said topic to find your page and the glowing review for the Light Keeper Plus thingy. I started calling Home Depots and found one I am on my way to buy one it may just keep me from converting to Judaism just to avoid Christmas Lights a threat I make every year.

[Equipoise]

You know, I'm certain you didn't write this for me...but I needed to hear every word just the same. I am full of endless excuses as to why I don't do what I want to do in life be it money, lack of time, lack of energy or being a Mom...it's truly time I stop thinking and complaining and waiting and just do. So thanks. And I'm going to link people to this post so I hope you don't mind.

[The Dol]

Colt, I'm a big fan of the Hanukah Bush.

[The Bitten Apple]

Hey! Thanks for the link! :-) I look forward to reading more of your blog.

[bella]

Hi! I found your blog somehow about 6 months ago or so and I drop in every so often because I think your writing is clever and always makes me smile. I've never commented, but I just wanted to let you know that I absolutely love this post. With my impending graduation, I've been thinking lately about what I want my life to look like and how to make it real. And I believe that is the key-- getting out of my own way. So here's to being a more "Whoa is me!" everyday. Oh, and by the way, I too loved Twilight movie, and the books and I also left the theater bemoaning the fact that I would never be seventeen again and feeling (all of sudden) that my boyfriend was too old. As in, he's not a teenager anymore either. Very sad.