I have writing deadlines to meet and yet I'm going to waste my daughter's nap to blog. What else would you expect from an old procrastinating pro?

I was watching Elizabethtown today. Well, I was sort of watching it while sort of packing and sort of reading the newspaper and cursing the fact that I have to move in with a family member and wondering WHY bother live in a booming freaking city when my husband isn't legally allowed to work and why not just move to the states tomorrow.. but I digress...

One line popped out at me.

"Sadness is easier because it's a surrender."

The rest of the movie was kind of lame, but that line made sense. It's true. I've spent a couple of days being sad about the state of things. I spent two days being in a serious funk... not the best state of mind to be in when you are the mom of a brand new baby.

Sadness is a surrender, it's a loss of hope and a feeling that all you can possibly do effectively is crawl under the covers and maybe die. But when you crawl under there, you don't actually die, you sleep and even that makes you feel like you failed a little. Geez, I couldn't even die of sadness. I don't like the thought of surrender. I do not surrender. I move up and on. I push through. I do it the hard way on purpose. So why was I letting this get me down?

The short answer is: I'm not.

I'll take a page from my favourite dead guy ever:

“Never give in, never give in, never; never; never; never - in nothing, great or small, large or petty - never give in except to convictions of honor and good sense”
~Sir Winston Churchill~

I will do what I need to do, we'll get through what we must.