The Gremlin is a concept developed by Richard Carson that embodies a group of thought processes and feelings. Carlson says, "The Gremlin is the sleazy master of misery lurking in the shadows of your very own mind". Gremlins are, in a nutshell, our negative self-talk, limiting beliefs and personal saboteurs.
Today my gremlins are out to play and have brought reinforcements. I've got the my-life-sucks blues and I'm submerged deep in my own woebegon-ness.
Is it hormones?
Is it the constant rain?
Is it obsessively reading about people traveling to Europe while I'm stuck in cowtown USA?
Is it that I'm on fokken year four of living in an unfinished, dusty construction site called my house?
Is it feeling old and fat and when did this happen?
Is it working so much that my creative side isn't getting fed?
Is it looking at my husband and wishing that he'd get rid of that fokken beard for God's sake.
Is it a severe case of the grass in everyone else's life looking greener?
Is it hiding in ice cream and cereal because the sugar rush is so sweet but the gluten is killing me?
Is it too many demands by my family when all I want to do is sit quietly with a glass of wine and read?
It's all that and a bag of chips which I devoured while watching reruns of Boston Legal until midnight because why the fokk not?
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