A very very terrible word has recently entered my vocabulary. It’s one of the most terrible words the world ever invented (at least across the 2 languages I know). I’ll give you a hint, it has 4 letters and starts with a “c” and ends in a “t.”
Younger readers avert your eyes, mothers hold your babies…the word is:
That’s right, can’t…can’t, can’t, can’t. Since my recent hospital stay I’m condemned to 6 weeks of thumb-bum time. So what have I been doing? I started watching Gossip Girl and I lay on the couch with these terrible thoughts in my head (and plaguing my roommates).
I can’t cook myself dinner.
I can’t workout.
I can’t take the laundry down the stairs.
I can’t get my hand wet.
I can’t type well.
Where has this gotten me? Into a dark dark place of negativity. And frankly, I feel like I’m being a baby and that’s even more frustrating.
Today is the first of June, it’s a new month…so time for a change in perspective…I’m turning my “can’ts” into “cans.” I want to work to erase this word from my vocabulary.
I can’t cook myself dinner. I can make an awesome salad, I just need to avoid knives.
I can’t workout. I can ride my bike on a cool evening or do light squats/yoga.
I can’t take the laundry down the stairs. I can fold the laundry and put it away.
I can’t get my hand wet.I can get really creative in the shower and work on my tan.
I can’t type well. Shut up, Amy, you have apple products…time to bury the hatchet with Siri.
You get the point…so in the words of my oh so elegant boyfriend “Sack up, Chachie!” And let’s find ways to work within our boxes.