Falling on my face is still a move forward.

PMS is taking over my life this week so if things don't work out I can blame my poor judgement and overuse of trite clichés on that. I mean, women have gotten out of murder charges with the "PMS Defense" or attempted to at least.

I cry at the drop of a hat. I have SEVERE mood swings, bad headaches and debilitating cramps. And I'm on emotional overload. Not so very different from the other 3 weeks of the month, I'm thinking, right?

Sometimes I feel like I'm just spitting into the wind. Considering everything that could go wrong, I have to wonder if I should take any risks at this point. Why tempt the fates?

Then I remind myself of one of my favorite quotes:

If you're not failing now and again, it's a sign you're playing it safe.

-Woody Allen

Usually, I'd rather regret having done something, than having done nothing at all. (feel free to quote me on that)

So then, I'll have a day like yesterday where I throw caution to the wind and take a chance. Or two. And surprisingly, sometimes, everything clicks and feels so right.

It was nice to be riding on top of the horse for a change instead of having it drag me through the mud or kick me in the ass. So I knock on wood to ward off the demons and hope it was more of an upward trend than a fluke.

But I still remind myself to count my blessings and be thankful for even the littlest things. Especially days like yesterday.



Even a poor tailor is entitled to some happiness.
Fiddler on the Roof (1971)


Update: Apparently I didn't knock hard enough or the fates read blogger. Either way I've been thrown by the horse and trampled in the dirt. OR the PMS is really kicking in.

I'm sweating the small stuff, 'cause it's all small stuff and it's accumulating rather quickly.