Pity Party

This week, I’ve engaged in what is often referred to as a pity party. 
My life is terrible! Not only do I have plenty of food to eat and water to drink, but I also have great health,  great family and friends (who I miss but am able to contact daily), a clear idea of what I want to do professionally, (modest) disposable income, and I’ve just stared a new life in Europe with a dude worth moving to Europe for. Feel bad for me!
In an attempt to improve my spirit, I did what most psychiatrists would probably not recommend, and I went shopping and bought myself some new nail polish and lipstick. Pity party over.

This week, I’ve engaged in what is often referred to as a pity party. 

My life is terrible! Not only do I have plenty of food to eat and water to drink, but I also have great health,  great family and friends (who I miss but am able to contact daily), a clear idea of what I want to do professionally, (modest) disposable income, and I’ve just stared a new life in Europe with a dude worth moving to Europe for. Feel bad for me!