When I was little one of my most dearest books was Owl at Home by Arnold Lobel, which I begged my mother to read over and over again for me. Our favorite story was the one where Owl sits down and thinks sad thoughts to collect enough tears for teardrop tea.
Whenever I am having a woe is me moment, I think about the teardrop tea and start brewing my own cup.
My thoughts for my teardrop tea:
– Another rejection letter
– Being asked by your mother if you are pregnant (again and again)
– The unspoken tension in the room
– Deadbeat dads
– The bags underneath your eyes
– Days long gone
– Fueling the tiny doubt that tells you that perhaps the Universe is conspiring AGAINST you instead of with you
– The things you have no control over…
Then I visualize putting that toxic cup down and just walking away from it.