I was feeling sorry for myself this morning.
Sorry for myself that I have a child that likes to wake up for hours almost every night. Sorry for myself that we feel lost about how to get her to sleep. Sorry for myself for being exhausted all the time. Sorry for myself about not having lost the weight from my last pregnancy. Sorry for myself for not having the energy or will to exercise more. Sorry for myself that we don't have family in town.
Then I got a phone call. A friend was sick and home alone with her two kids. Could I help?
A switch was flicked. No more feeling sorry for myself.
The problems are still there. The exhaustion is still there. The weight is still squatting around my waist.
All the reasons to feel sorry for myself are still there. I will probably revisit them later. But not right now. Right now I am too busy.